Take Your Time (When it Rains)
Title: Take Your Time (When it Rains)
Pairings: Taekwoon/Jongdae, slight Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,9k
Disclaimer: I don't own these kids. I just wrote this.
Warnings: Unbetaed.
Summary: In which Jongdae receives a note, Taekwoon keeps jumping to conclusions, and Hakyeon gives advice while Kyungsoo is done with everyone.
A/N: Written for vixxomoments here. Title from When it Rains by Paramore. Thank you Mari for reading through everything I write, cheering me up.
The library was completely silent, save for the soft patter of rain onto the huge windows. Old, dusty lamps hanged from the ceiling, filling the gigantic library in a soft, warm glow. A bookshelf dug into Jongdae’s back as he pressed himself against it, hands curled into fists, his blunt nails digging into his sweaty palms. His heart was hammering in his chest, beating loudly against his ribcage.
Taekwoon was looming above him, looking much like a tower with all his height. His mussed black hair resembled messy heaps of cotton, bangs falling into his eyes so Jongdae couldn’t see his eyes properly. His hands itched to push Taekwoon’s bangs away from his face, but he refrained from doing so, keeping them down.
“You have been ignoring me,” Taekwoon said, voice soft and barely audible. The library’s silence made it possible to hear despite the low tones in his voice. Jongdae swallowed loudly, throat dry. He panicked slightly, because he has, he totally has been ignoring Taekwoon.
Well maybe ignoring was not the best word. Avoiding was more fitting, Jongdae thought. Whenever he had spotted Taekwoon at the university, be it in the halls or in the cafeteria, he had turned on his heels, running the opposite way, dragging his friends with him. So yeah, for a little more than a week, Jongdae had been avoiding Taekwoon.
“I have?” Jongdae said despite himself, eyes looking anywhere but at Taekwoon. Before long, there was a hand on his cheek, cupping his face carefully, as if it was made out of porcelain. Slowly, carefully, Taekwoon tilted Jongdae’s face upwards until their eyes locked.
His face was unreadable - as always, but his eyes were soft, almost fond. His gaze was unforgiving, merciless. Jongdae tried, wanted to look away but found himself incapable to do so because Taekwoon’s gaze drew him in.
“Ok so maybe I have,” Jongdae mumbled, voice as low as Taekwoon’s. His answer seemed to please Taekwoon, the corners of his lips curling slightly upwards, as if he was going to smile. It never made it as far as a full smile. The tiny smile made him look slightly awkward, somewhat constipated but it worked for Taekwoon.
“Why?” Taekwoon’s voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was trying, genuinely trying to understand why Jongdae would avoid him for almost two weeks. As if it upset him to know that he had done something to make Jongdae want to stay away from him.
That hurt, a lot. Because technically Taekwoon hadn’t done anything to make Jongdae want to avoid him. In fact, Jongdae usually wanted nothing more than to be in Taekwoon’s vicinity, and he worked hard to be in Taekwoon’s vicinity whenever he could. Heck, he had even swapped recital hours with Jaehwan so he could be the one to walk in on Taekwoon’s recital hours, claiming that his watch broke or something equally stupid just to hear him sing.
After all, he had been crushing on Taekwoon ever since the first time he saw him back in high school, when Jongdae had been a measly freshman and Taekwoon a fearsome junior. However, Jongdae had always thought that it would stay like that, and a part of him had been okay with it. That is until the he found the tiny, yellow post-it in his locker, written in Taekwoon’s handwriting.
“Listen, about the note-“ Jongdae stammered, pausing to chew on his bottom lip, unsure of what he was going to say, how he was going to say it. Taekwoon immediately let go of Jongdae’s cheek, arm falling to his side. The tiny smile vanished completely, and Jongdae’s heart fell. Taekwoon took a step backwards, putting space between them.
“I see,” Taekwoon said silently, voice eerily even.
No, Jongdae thought, this was not the way it was supposed to go. Taekwoon looked unaffected, but something told Jongdae that he was. Frantically, Jongdae searched his brain for words, actions, anything that he could come up with to get himself out of this mess.
Jongdae opened his mouth to speak, but when he tried to, all that came out was a garbled mess of words. Nothing made sense at all. Using a couple of seconds to gather himself somewhat, Jongdae tried again.
“Look, Taekwoon,” Jongdae began, licking his lips. The words were still a mess inside his head. There was so much he wanted to say but he had no idea how to actually say it. Taekwoon wasn’t looking at him anymore. The sleeves of his woolen sweater were pushed back down. They were so long that they covered Taekwoon’s hands, making him look like a child.
Jongdae’s heart clenched because it made him look so frail, so young, despite all his height, the broadness of his shoulders. It made Jongdae want to wrap him into a big, fluffy blanket and sing songs to him.
“Taekwoon” Jongdae tried again, taking a step forward as he spoke. Taekwoon looked up at him then, eyes narrow, hostile.
“It’s ok,” Taekwoon said in that soft-spoken way of his. Instead of looking at Jongdae, he was looking at the sleeves of his blue sweater, curling his hands into fists. Jongdae frowned. “Just- Just forget I ever gave you that note, yeah?”
It was a question, the tone in his voice high enough for it to be a question, but Taekwoon walked away without waiting for Jongdae’s answer. Jongdae called his name loudly, or as loudly as he felt appropriate in a library, but Taekwoon didn’t stop. Before long, the sounds of his footsteps were gone, and Jongdae was standing alone in a dusty section of the huge university library.
He was so confused. Where did it go wrong? With heavy feet, Jongdae walked back to the table where he had been seated while studying earlier that day.
“Slowpoke,” Kyungsoo muttered as Jongdae sat down by their table, briefly looking up from his laptop. A frown quickly shapes out on Kyungsoo’s face. “Didn’t you say you were looking for a book?”
A book, yeah. That was what Jongdae had told Kyungsoo when he had left the table. He had been looking for a book when Taekwoon had found him.
“Couldn’t find it,” Jongdae said flatly. The look on Kyungsoo’s face told Jongdae he didn’t believe him one bit. Jongdae could live with Kyungsoo not believing him. What he couldn’t live with was the knowledge that Taekwoon thought Jongdae was going to turn him down, or something similar. Jongdae wasn’t sure why Taekwoon had reacted as he did, but the only thing he could think of was that Taekwoon thought that Jongdae was turning him down, and instead of hearing it, he decided to leave it be.
The screen on Kyungsoo’s phone brightened, grabbing their attention. Of course Kyungsoo had been smart enough to put it on vibrate before entering the library. Jongdae had learned that the hard way; by being banned from the library for two weeks during the spring exam. The librarian had been so angry that Jongdae vividly could remember how she showered him in spit. It was something Jongdae never wanted to experience again. He still walked the other way when he saw the librarian.
“God, he’s such a basket case,” Kyungsoo muttered, fingers running quickly over the screen of his phone as he presumably typed an answer. Kyungsoo pressed the home button and locked the screen before he turned back to his laptop.
Jongdae tried to turn back to his essay but his brain was not with him on that decision. The words he had previously written was not making any sense to Jongdae. It could have been in Chinese for all Jongdae cared.
His mind frequently went back to Taekwoon, replaying the entire meeting over and over, trying to figure exactly where it went wrong, what he had said to make Taekwoon not wanting to listen to what he had to say.
“Fuck this shit,” Jongdae groaned, burying his face in his arms. Across the table, Jongdae could hear Kyungsoo sigh, closing his laptop. Jongdae looked up at him through his bangs.
“Junmyeon hyung is this close to having a nervous breakdown, so we better get going before things get ugly,” Kyungsoo said flatly, eyes narrowing. Jongdae looked drowsily at him
“We?” Jongdae questioned even though he was completely aware of who Kyungsoo was talking about. For once, he figured it couldn’t hurt to play a bit stupid. Maybe.
“We as in you and me, us if you’d like,” Kyungsoo said, voice too calm for the raging storm building in Kyungsoo’s eyes. A look that usually meant trouble, and a blue bruise. Even though he was a tiny man, Kyungsoo packed a mean punch. “We’re going back to the music room to help Junmyeon hyung before he- I don’t know, wets his pants and ruins his family name forever.”
Jongdae couldn’t emphasize how little he wanted to go to the music room to help Junmyeon recruiting new members to the school choir. It wasn’t as if he had a huge position in the choir or anything, so he don’t really understand why Junmyeon needed him there. Ok so maybe he helped him with some stuff in the past, like running Junmyeon’s campaign to be the school council president back in high school, but Jongdae was with that now. All he wanted was to study in peace. And also maybe date Jung Taekwoon. If Taekwoon would speak to him again.
His mood fell further.
“You know what I-“Jongdae started, but Kyungsoo froze in front of him, causing Jongdae to freeze too. If looks could kill, Jongdae would have been dead. Five years ago.
“You’re not going anywhere!” Kyungsoo said sharply, eyes narrowing as he pointed at Jongdae with his small index finger. “For weeks I’ve had to listen to his whining and rambling about this. I’ve had to deal with his wide specter of emotions, his constant nagging so now you’ll suck it up and play your part as the best friend and help him.”
Kyungsoo stuffed his laptop into his backpack, with much more force than he needed to, Jongdae thought, but wisely chose to remain silent about the matter. When Kyungsoo was done packing, his attention turned back to Jongdae who still remained seated.
“Pack your shit, we’re going,” Kyungsoo snapped, eyes narrowing. If Kyungsoo continued to narrow his eyes, they’d get stuck like that. Or so Jongdae thought. It was what his older brother, Jongdeok, used to tell him when Jongdae had stuck his tongue out at him when they were kids.
Before Jongdae managed to open his mouth, there were hands on his face, tilting his head backwards until he met a pair of wide, brown eyes. Jongdae gave a loud squeak in surprise, flailing so his chair tilted backwards, hitting the person behind him, making them both- and the chair, hit the ground with a loud bang.
“Fuck that hurt!” Jongdae said through gritted teeth, rubbing the back of his head. The sound of footsteps coming closer reached Jongdae’s ears, and he knew without looking whom they belonged to.
“Mr. Kim, Mr. Cha. If you’re going to behave like cavemen in my library, I’ll have you banished,” the librarian said sharply, squinting at them over the rim of her glasses. Jongdae trembled, the horrible memories of his last semester filling his brain.
“No, please! It was an accident, besides we were about to go!” Jongdae pleaded, as if his life was on the line. Technically, it kind of was. As always, being a student and all, Jongdae always had exams or term papers coming up so there was never a right time to be banished from the library.
The library offered them a narrowed glance and a snarl before she turned on her heel and walked away, throwing sour glances at them over her shoulder as she went. The fine hairs on Jongdae’s neck stood up from his skin like tiny needles. He shuddered again.
“What was the point of that?” Jongdae turned to Hakyeon who was brushing invisible dust off the knees of his pants before offering Jongdae a hand. Even though he was slightly offended by the way Hakyeon had gotten him back on the librarian’s hate list, he still accepted it and let Hakyeon pull him up from the floor.
“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on hurting you,” Hakyeon said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. Hakyeon’s expression shifted quickly, a frown replaced his silly smile. A shadow fell over his face and the likable Hakyeon looked a hundred times scarier than he normally did.
“Why did you turn down Taekwoonie?” Hakyeon pouted, reminding Jongdae of a kicked puppy. Jongdae spluttered, face turning beet red as he tried to force his brain to come up with something to say. His brain, on the other hand, was too busy screaming at him that Kyungsoo was still there behind them. Kyungsoo who knew nothing about his and Taekwoon’s little meeting behind dusted shelves.
“Well I-“ Jongdae choked, flailing his arms because he didn’t know what to do. A part of him wanted to feign ignorance, playing stupid, while the other part of him wanted to come clean to Hakyeon, to Taekwoon and tell him what he really felt.
“He really, really likes you and I was under the impression that you liked him too?” Hakyeon’s question was so bold it made Jongdae blush harder, the tip of his ears joining his cheeks on their path on becoming permanent scarlet.
“This is very touching and everything, but Jongdae and I have a place to be and an insane person to assist,” Kyungsoo butted in, looking so very little impressed with the entire situation.
Kyungsoo knew about the note; after all he had been with Jongdae when he had found it. However, Kyungsoo didn’t - as far as Jongdae knew - know that Jongdae actually liked Taekwoon. Jongdae was rather good at hiding his feelings, it was a skill he was rather proud of.
“Insane person?” Hakyeon looked thoroughly confused.
“Junmyeon hyung,” Kyungsoo said flatly.
“Wait, isn’t he your boyfriend or something?”
“Yes.”
Hakyeon stood there for quite some time, just gaping at Kyungsoo, who looked like he was bored out of his mind.
“You know what, just take lover boy with you,” Kyungsoo said after a while, clearly fed up with the entire situation. Hakyeon blinked. “I’ll just take Kwanghee hyung with me or something. Or maybe Chanyeol.”
To Jongdae it seemed like Kyungsoo spoke the last part to himself, muttering as he walked out of the library without saying bye to them, in true Kyungsoo style.
“Doesn’t Kwanghee have a crush on Junmyeon though?” Hakyeon asked after he has picked his jaw up from the floor. Jongdae didn’t blame him. Kyungsoo had that effect on people who didn’t know him.
“Yeah.” Jongdae said, turning off his laptop (not without triple saving his essay first) and gathered his pens and paper before he stuffed them into his backpack. Where several of the people in his classes used a plastic folder to keep their papers, Jongdae just stuffed them into his backpack where they got wrinkly and torn.
“Speaking of crushes,” Hakyeon said, still standing behind him. Jongdae groaned; he could practically hear Hakyeon wiggle his eyebrows. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t think he’d ever be, but Hakyeon didn’t seem to get that. That or he didn’t want to get that.
Jongdae didn’t take the bait, and Hakyeon let him pack his bag in peace. Jongdae used his time to put on his hoodie and scarf before he deemed himself ready to go.
“Did he-“Jongdae began once they were out of the library, heading towards the dorms. The air was crisp, colder than it had been only weeks earlier. Fall was starting to set properly; the leaves were slowly turning yellow and the days were turning shorter, sun setting earlier every day. The clouds were gray, heavy with rain.
Hakyeon looked at him.
“Did he tell you to do this?” Jongdae asked, not looking at Hakyeon. He could kick himself for sounding like such a fourteen year old, heels over head in love. It made the blush in his cheeks rekindle, and Jongdae bit his tongue.
“Oh no, he absolutely did not,” Hakyeon laughed, and for some reason it calmed Jongdae. As he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Jongdae finally met Hakyeon’s gaze. He smiled a soft, warm smile at him.
“Actually, Taekwoon would have my head if he knew that I’m talking to you about this. He’s not- he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings. Or, it’s more like he doesn’t like to talk about anything in particular. Perhaps save for babies and puppies,” Hakyeon said, rambling.
“Then how do you even know that I- we talked earlier?” Jongdae asked, frowning. He can’t bring himself to say ‘how do you even know that I turned him down?’ because Jongdae hadn’t turned him down. It made him slightly nauseated to know that Hakyeon actually thought he turned Taekwoon down.
“I could tell. I always can.” Hakyeon said, face suddenly serious. “Taekwoon doesn’t talk a lot, but his face is- well I won’t say it’s easy to read because it’s not. I guess I have known him for such a long time that I just know?” Hakyeon smiled. “If that made any sense?”
Jongdae nodded, biting his bottom lip. Hesitantly, he spoke.
“I didn’t turn him down,” Jongdae said. Hakyeon’s eyes widened, and Jongdae continued quickly. “I think we just- we misunderstood each other?”
Hakyeon nodded enthusiastically.
“I didn’t want to turn him down, so it’s sad that he thought that I did,” Jongdae continued slowly, words coming out of his mouth slowly, measured. “I actually, uh, wanted to-“Hakyeon stopped him by making a lot of weird noises, jumping and flailing his arms wildly.
“Sorry Jongdae!” Hakyeon said, smiling. “I just want you to tell this to Taekwoon, not me. Even though I appreciate that you trust me enough to want to tell me this.”
After just telling Hakyeon some of it, Jongdae felt like a small burden had been removed from his shoulders. It had made him less nervous also, so maybe he could muster up the courage to tell Taekwoon about it himself. Maybe.
“I’m not sure he wants to talk to me right now,” Jongdae mumbled, pulling the hood of his sweater over his head to protect his ears from the icy wind. Hakyeon slapped his arm.
“Jeez, it’s like hearing Taekwoonie’s words coming out of your mouth,” Hakyeon said, rolling his eyes. “Go talk to him, seriously.”
Jongdae hesitated.
“He’s at soccer practice right now, but it ends in like fifteen minutes,” Hakyeon told him, looking like an excited three year old, jumping up and down.
“But the soccer field is like on the other side of the campus!” Jongdae exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. It would probably take about ten minutes to get there, due to their campus being large, buildings scattered everywhere. The soccer field was closest to the gymnastics hall and the science labs, so Jongdae never ventured there, being a music major.
“That’s why you have to run, kiddo!” Hakyeon said sweetly, slapping his butt twice, as if that would make Jongdae run faster. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
Jongdae opened his mouth to protest wildly, but Hakyeon’s face suddenly looked terribly strict.
“Run, now!” Hakyeon ordered and Jongdae couldn’t really argue with him, something in Hakyeon’s voice frightened him slightly, so he ran.
There was a reason why Jongdae never ran; he was terrible at it. Terrible as in he was in bad shape. Sure, he was a singer and had great lung capacity and all that, but his stamina was made for wailing out high tones, not running through a fucking campus to make a declaration out of love. Just the thought of it made him blush.
He had blushed way too much these last hours.
Suddenly, it started to rain. It wasn’t just a few drops, it seemed like the entire heaven had opened up. Jongdae was drenched to the bone within minutes, the fabric of his clothes hanging heavily onto his body. Students with umbrellas, or makeshift umbrellas, like newspapers, were running past him, hurrying out of one lecture hall towards another one. Some of them looked weirdly at him, but most of them ignored him.
He probably looked completely ridiculous.
It was just when he arrived at the soccer field that he realized how tired he was, how soaked his clothes was. His heart was hammering wildly inside his chest. Jongdae panted loudly, lungs screaming. For a couple of minutes, all he did was standing there, breathing.
Then it dawned on him. The soccer field was empty.
With trembling fingers, he dug his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, squinting at the screen. Droplets of rain fell onto the screen. The digits that lightened up on the home screen of Jongdae’s phone told him that it had taken him roughly fifteen minutes to get there. Which was easy to believe, seeing as he had paused a lot to take breathing breaks.
The soccer team were probably done ages ago, which meant that Jongdae had run, had sweated all for nothing. Furiously he pocketed his phone, praying to every deity he could think of that it wouldn’t get ruined despite the high moisture levels in his clothes. If he didn’t get out of the clothes soon, he would catch a cold.
“Jongdae?”
No. Not now.
“Hey, Jongdae?” Jongdae’s eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
There were the sounds of footsteps on gravel, and then there was a hand on his shoulder. Jongdae inhaled sharply though his nose before he slowly turned around.
It was Taekwoon. Of course it was Taekwoon, looking as drenched as Jongdae felt. His black hair looked like it was glued to his head, bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing far less clothing than Jongdae; just shorts and a black t-shirt. For a second Jongdae had the urge to coo at him, since he looked like a drowned kitten.
“You must be freezing,” Jongdae murmured into his scarf. Jongdae was freezing, so Taekwoon probably was too.
“Not really. We have been running for the past hour, so the rain is really refreshing,” Taekwoon said softly, stepping slightly closer to Jongdae, who stood his ground.
Silence fell over them. The sound of the rain pouring down, hitting the bleachers and the rooftop of the locker room was the only thing filling Jongdae’s ears. It was soothing somewhat, calming. Jongdae looked away from Taekwoon, eyes running over the empty field again, trying to figure out what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it.
However, Taekwoon got there first.
“I’m sorry.” It was so loud, unlike Taekwoon’s usual soft-spoken words. It seemed like he genuinely wanted to apologize. “I’m sorry for not listening to you, and behaving like a child. I should have stayed until you were done speaking.”
Taekwoon wasn’t looking at him, eyes trained on a spot behind Jongdae.
“I’m sorry too,” Jongdae began, voice trembling slightly. Taekwoon shook his head.
“Don’t be, Jongdae,” Taekwoon said somewhat somberly. It made Jongdae frown. His eyes searched for Taekwoon’s, prodding, begging for contact. Contact that Taekwoon seemed unwilling to give. Taekwoon continued: “I still want to be your friend, even if-“
“What are you saying?” Jongdae asked, growing more and more frustrated by the second. Had Taekwoon not listened to the words he had spoken earlier? “You said yourself that you should have let me finish, so please, let me finish.”
His words were harsh, maybe too harsh, but he was rewarded when Taekwoon looked up at him, meeting his gaze.
A million thoughts were running though Jongdae’s head. His entire being was screaming ’I like you too, Jung Taekwoon!’, but he didn’t know how to say it. Seconds were running past and Taekwoon seemed more and more convinced by his own conclusions that Jongdae was afraid he would leave, as he had done earlier. No matter what Jongdae said.
Boldly, Jongdae took another step, cutting the distance between them drastically. He fisted his hand in Taekwoon’s t-shirt, the other grabbed onto Taekwoon’s shoulder as Jongdae hoisted himself up on his toes and kissed Taekwoon. Taekwoon gasped Jongdae’s name against his lips, his own hands cupping Jongdae’s cheeks as he kissed back, with enthusiasm. Taekwoon’s lips was cold, but so soft against Jongdae’s own.
Jongdae’s head was spinning, heart beating rapidly. He couldn’t believe he had the guts to do that, nor could he believe that Taekwoon actually was kissing him back.
Taekwoon was the one to break the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He simply rested his forehead against Jongdae’s, their noses touching. They stay like that, in the rain, panting softly into each other’s mouths, gazing into each other’s eyes. Until Taekwoon shivered, his teeth chattering.
“We need to get inside before we get sick,” Jongdae said, feeling a bit regrettable. Despite the cold, it felt nice to stay like this with Taekwoon in the rain. Taekwoon nodded, his bangs brushing against Jongdae’s forehead.
“My dorm is close by, we can go there if you want to,” Taekwoon offered hesitantly. Jongdae leaned forward to press a quick kiss against Taekwoon’s lips, smiling as he pulled away.
“I’d love to.”
The room was silent save for the drizzling from the shower hitting the tiles. Jongdae sat on the washing machine, kicking his legs in the air. Occasionally, his heels collided with the washing machine and sent deep thrums in the air, but Taekwoon, who stood in the shower, said absolutely nothing, and remained silent as always.
Jongdae’s heart was stuck in his throat somewhere, refusing to sink down. After their kiss in the rain, after Taekwoon told Jongdae to come with him back to his dorm room, Jongdae had anticipated it to happen again. The kissing.
But it hadn’t, and frankly Taekwoon had been the perfect gentleman ever since they got back. Jongdae even got to shower first, and while he showered Taekwoon had made him coffee, from actual grounded beans. Jongdae didn’t like coffee, but he hadn’t mustered the courage to say no to Taekwoon so he had accepted it with a smile. Said cup of coffee was placed next to him on the washing machine, half-full still.
Jongdae wasn’t sure if Taekwoon had heard him enter the bathroom. If he had, he hadn’t given any signs that he had. He hadn’t actually wanted to go into the bathroom, but after he had heard Taekwoon singing, his curiosity had been peeked. Jongdae had never in his wildest dreams thought that Taekwoon could sing. But there he was, standing like five meters away from him, singing softly, beautifully. Taekwoon’s voice felt like cotton to his ears and Jongdae wanted him to sing forever.
The drizzle of the shower stopped, and the towels hanging over the shower got pulled down and a couple of seconds later, Taekwoon emerged from the shower in all his glory, a gray towel slung low around his hips and an orange one on his wet head.
And Jongdae, Jongdae couldn’t not stare at all that skin that was presented to him. His throat was as dry as a desert and whenever he tried to swallow, his throat just clicked. Droplets of water were trailing down from Taekwoon’s wet, black hair and down his bare, toned chest. Taekwoon was tan from a summer of playing soccer; Jongdae knew because Jongdae had seen him play. His eyes followed the trail of water until the fluffy towel absorbed them.
Taekwoon’s eyes widened slightly when he discovered Jongdae sitting on the washing machine, but he didn’t say anything, his face as unreadable as it always was. It made Jongdae slightly frustrated because he wanted Taekwoon to blush, wanted his face to turn scarlet as he stuttered, asking Jongdae why he was there and not in his living room. But it didn’t happen.
What did happen was Taekwoon stepping closer, hands resting on Jongdae’s knees. Taekwoon’s palms are warm, heat seeping through Jongdae’s borrowed pair of sweatpants. Jongdae spread his legs, making room for Taekwoon to step in between them as he pulled Taekwoon closer by the towel around his hips.
A soft, shy smile spread out on Taekwoon’s lips seconds before he bent down, hands on Jongdae’s thighs, as he kissed him. Jongdae parted his lips on contact, running his tongue over Taekwoon’s bottom lip. A soft gasp escaped Taekwoon’s mouth and Jongdae took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Taekwoon’s warm mouth. Warmth ran through Jongdae’s body as Taekwoon sucked on Jongdae’s tongue, his hands squeezing Jongdae’s thighs.
“Jung Taekwoon,” Jongdae breathed as he broke the kiss. Taekwoon hummed, one of his hands coming up to touch Jongdae’s cheek, his thumb running softly over Jongdae’s lips. Jongdae smiled at the gesture, his heart swelling in his chest, and Taekwoon smiled back. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he continued.
“Do you want to go out with me?”
Taekwoon laughed, soft like cotton, before he leaned back down, kissing Jongdae again. The kiss was more demanding than the first one, hotter, heavier. There was a string of saliva connecting them when they pulled apart. Taekwoon licked his lips.
“I’d love to.”
i need to write more vixxo. and hakyeon should have been even more annoying than this. what do you call pwp with no smut?
Pairings: Taekwoon/Jongdae, slight Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,9k
Disclaimer: I don't own these kids. I just wrote this.
Warnings: Unbetaed.
Summary: In which Jongdae receives a note, Taekwoon keeps jumping to conclusions, and Hakyeon gives advice while Kyungsoo is done with everyone.
A/N: Written for vixxomoments here. Title from When it Rains by Paramore. Thank you Mari for reading through everything I write, cheering me up.
The library was completely silent, save for the soft patter of rain onto the huge windows. Old, dusty lamps hanged from the ceiling, filling the gigantic library in a soft, warm glow. A bookshelf dug into Jongdae’s back as he pressed himself against it, hands curled into fists, his blunt nails digging into his sweaty palms. His heart was hammering in his chest, beating loudly against his ribcage.
Taekwoon was looming above him, looking much like a tower with all his height. His mussed black hair resembled messy heaps of cotton, bangs falling into his eyes so Jongdae couldn’t see his eyes properly. His hands itched to push Taekwoon’s bangs away from his face, but he refrained from doing so, keeping them down.
“You have been ignoring me,” Taekwoon said, voice soft and barely audible. The library’s silence made it possible to hear despite the low tones in his voice. Jongdae swallowed loudly, throat dry. He panicked slightly, because he has, he totally has been ignoring Taekwoon.
Well maybe ignoring was not the best word. Avoiding was more fitting, Jongdae thought. Whenever he had spotted Taekwoon at the university, be it in the halls or in the cafeteria, he had turned on his heels, running the opposite way, dragging his friends with him. So yeah, for a little more than a week, Jongdae had been avoiding Taekwoon.
“I have?” Jongdae said despite himself, eyes looking anywhere but at Taekwoon. Before long, there was a hand on his cheek, cupping his face carefully, as if it was made out of porcelain. Slowly, carefully, Taekwoon tilted Jongdae’s face upwards until their eyes locked.
His face was unreadable - as always, but his eyes were soft, almost fond. His gaze was unforgiving, merciless. Jongdae tried, wanted to look away but found himself incapable to do so because Taekwoon’s gaze drew him in.
“Ok so maybe I have,” Jongdae mumbled, voice as low as Taekwoon’s. His answer seemed to please Taekwoon, the corners of his lips curling slightly upwards, as if he was going to smile. It never made it as far as a full smile. The tiny smile made him look slightly awkward, somewhat constipated but it worked for Taekwoon.
“Why?” Taekwoon’s voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was trying, genuinely trying to understand why Jongdae would avoid him for almost two weeks. As if it upset him to know that he had done something to make Jongdae want to stay away from him.
That hurt, a lot. Because technically Taekwoon hadn’t done anything to make Jongdae want to avoid him. In fact, Jongdae usually wanted nothing more than to be in Taekwoon’s vicinity, and he worked hard to be in Taekwoon’s vicinity whenever he could. Heck, he had even swapped recital hours with Jaehwan so he could be the one to walk in on Taekwoon’s recital hours, claiming that his watch broke or something equally stupid just to hear him sing.
After all, he had been crushing on Taekwoon ever since the first time he saw him back in high school, when Jongdae had been a measly freshman and Taekwoon a fearsome junior. However, Jongdae had always thought that it would stay like that, and a part of him had been okay with it. That is until the he found the tiny, yellow post-it in his locker, written in Taekwoon’s handwriting.
“Listen, about the note-“ Jongdae stammered, pausing to chew on his bottom lip, unsure of what he was going to say, how he was going to say it. Taekwoon immediately let go of Jongdae’s cheek, arm falling to his side. The tiny smile vanished completely, and Jongdae’s heart fell. Taekwoon took a step backwards, putting space between them.
“I see,” Taekwoon said silently, voice eerily even.
No, Jongdae thought, this was not the way it was supposed to go. Taekwoon looked unaffected, but something told Jongdae that he was. Frantically, Jongdae searched his brain for words, actions, anything that he could come up with to get himself out of this mess.
Jongdae opened his mouth to speak, but when he tried to, all that came out was a garbled mess of words. Nothing made sense at all. Using a couple of seconds to gather himself somewhat, Jongdae tried again.
“Look, Taekwoon,” Jongdae began, licking his lips. The words were still a mess inside his head. There was so much he wanted to say but he had no idea how to actually say it. Taekwoon wasn’t looking at him anymore. The sleeves of his woolen sweater were pushed back down. They were so long that they covered Taekwoon’s hands, making him look like a child.
Jongdae’s heart clenched because it made him look so frail, so young, despite all his height, the broadness of his shoulders. It made Jongdae want to wrap him into a big, fluffy blanket and sing songs to him.
“Taekwoon” Jongdae tried again, taking a step forward as he spoke. Taekwoon looked up at him then, eyes narrow, hostile.
“It’s ok,” Taekwoon said in that soft-spoken way of his. Instead of looking at Jongdae, he was looking at the sleeves of his blue sweater, curling his hands into fists. Jongdae frowned. “Just- Just forget I ever gave you that note, yeah?”
It was a question, the tone in his voice high enough for it to be a question, but Taekwoon walked away without waiting for Jongdae’s answer. Jongdae called his name loudly, or as loudly as he felt appropriate in a library, but Taekwoon didn’t stop. Before long, the sounds of his footsteps were gone, and Jongdae was standing alone in a dusty section of the huge university library.
He was so confused. Where did it go wrong? With heavy feet, Jongdae walked back to the table where he had been seated while studying earlier that day.
“Slowpoke,” Kyungsoo muttered as Jongdae sat down by their table, briefly looking up from his laptop. A frown quickly shapes out on Kyungsoo’s face. “Didn’t you say you were looking for a book?”
A book, yeah. That was what Jongdae had told Kyungsoo when he had left the table. He had been looking for a book when Taekwoon had found him.
“Couldn’t find it,” Jongdae said flatly. The look on Kyungsoo’s face told Jongdae he didn’t believe him one bit. Jongdae could live with Kyungsoo not believing him. What he couldn’t live with was the knowledge that Taekwoon thought Jongdae was going to turn him down, or something similar. Jongdae wasn’t sure why Taekwoon had reacted as he did, but the only thing he could think of was that Taekwoon thought that Jongdae was turning him down, and instead of hearing it, he decided to leave it be.
The screen on Kyungsoo’s phone brightened, grabbing their attention. Of course Kyungsoo had been smart enough to put it on vibrate before entering the library. Jongdae had learned that the hard way; by being banned from the library for two weeks during the spring exam. The librarian had been so angry that Jongdae vividly could remember how she showered him in spit. It was something Jongdae never wanted to experience again. He still walked the other way when he saw the librarian.
“God, he’s such a basket case,” Kyungsoo muttered, fingers running quickly over the screen of his phone as he presumably typed an answer. Kyungsoo pressed the home button and locked the screen before he turned back to his laptop.
Jongdae tried to turn back to his essay but his brain was not with him on that decision. The words he had previously written was not making any sense to Jongdae. It could have been in Chinese for all Jongdae cared.
His mind frequently went back to Taekwoon, replaying the entire meeting over and over, trying to figure exactly where it went wrong, what he had said to make Taekwoon not wanting to listen to what he had to say.
“Fuck this shit,” Jongdae groaned, burying his face in his arms. Across the table, Jongdae could hear Kyungsoo sigh, closing his laptop. Jongdae looked up at him through his bangs.
“Junmyeon hyung is this close to having a nervous breakdown, so we better get going before things get ugly,” Kyungsoo said flatly, eyes narrowing. Jongdae looked drowsily at him
“We?” Jongdae questioned even though he was completely aware of who Kyungsoo was talking about. For once, he figured it couldn’t hurt to play a bit stupid. Maybe.
“We as in you and me, us if you’d like,” Kyungsoo said, voice too calm for the raging storm building in Kyungsoo’s eyes. A look that usually meant trouble, and a blue bruise. Even though he was a tiny man, Kyungsoo packed a mean punch. “We’re going back to the music room to help Junmyeon hyung before he- I don’t know, wets his pants and ruins his family name forever.”
Jongdae couldn’t emphasize how little he wanted to go to the music room to help Junmyeon recruiting new members to the school choir. It wasn’t as if he had a huge position in the choir or anything, so he don’t really understand why Junmyeon needed him there. Ok so maybe he helped him with some stuff in the past, like running Junmyeon’s campaign to be the school council president back in high school, but Jongdae was with that now. All he wanted was to study in peace. And also maybe date Jung Taekwoon. If Taekwoon would speak to him again.
His mood fell further.
“You know what I-“Jongdae started, but Kyungsoo froze in front of him, causing Jongdae to freeze too. If looks could kill, Jongdae would have been dead. Five years ago.
“You’re not going anywhere!” Kyungsoo said sharply, eyes narrowing as he pointed at Jongdae with his small index finger. “For weeks I’ve had to listen to his whining and rambling about this. I’ve had to deal with his wide specter of emotions, his constant nagging so now you’ll suck it up and play your part as the best friend and help him.”
Kyungsoo stuffed his laptop into his backpack, with much more force than he needed to, Jongdae thought, but wisely chose to remain silent about the matter. When Kyungsoo was done packing, his attention turned back to Jongdae who still remained seated.
“Pack your shit, we’re going,” Kyungsoo snapped, eyes narrowing. If Kyungsoo continued to narrow his eyes, they’d get stuck like that. Or so Jongdae thought. It was what his older brother, Jongdeok, used to tell him when Jongdae had stuck his tongue out at him when they were kids.
Before Jongdae managed to open his mouth, there were hands on his face, tilting his head backwards until he met a pair of wide, brown eyes. Jongdae gave a loud squeak in surprise, flailing so his chair tilted backwards, hitting the person behind him, making them both- and the chair, hit the ground with a loud bang.
“Fuck that hurt!” Jongdae said through gritted teeth, rubbing the back of his head. The sound of footsteps coming closer reached Jongdae’s ears, and he knew without looking whom they belonged to.
“Mr. Kim, Mr. Cha. If you’re going to behave like cavemen in my library, I’ll have you banished,” the librarian said sharply, squinting at them over the rim of her glasses. Jongdae trembled, the horrible memories of his last semester filling his brain.
“No, please! It was an accident, besides we were about to go!” Jongdae pleaded, as if his life was on the line. Technically, it kind of was. As always, being a student and all, Jongdae always had exams or term papers coming up so there was never a right time to be banished from the library.
The library offered them a narrowed glance and a snarl before she turned on her heel and walked away, throwing sour glances at them over her shoulder as she went. The fine hairs on Jongdae’s neck stood up from his skin like tiny needles. He shuddered again.
“What was the point of that?” Jongdae turned to Hakyeon who was brushing invisible dust off the knees of his pants before offering Jongdae a hand. Even though he was slightly offended by the way Hakyeon had gotten him back on the librarian’s hate list, he still accepted it and let Hakyeon pull him up from the floor.
“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on hurting you,” Hakyeon said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. Hakyeon’s expression shifted quickly, a frown replaced his silly smile. A shadow fell over his face and the likable Hakyeon looked a hundred times scarier than he normally did.
“Why did you turn down Taekwoonie?” Hakyeon pouted, reminding Jongdae of a kicked puppy. Jongdae spluttered, face turning beet red as he tried to force his brain to come up with something to say. His brain, on the other hand, was too busy screaming at him that Kyungsoo was still there behind them. Kyungsoo who knew nothing about his and Taekwoon’s little meeting behind dusted shelves.
“Well I-“ Jongdae choked, flailing his arms because he didn’t know what to do. A part of him wanted to feign ignorance, playing stupid, while the other part of him wanted to come clean to Hakyeon, to Taekwoon and tell him what he really felt.
“He really, really likes you and I was under the impression that you liked him too?” Hakyeon’s question was so bold it made Jongdae blush harder, the tip of his ears joining his cheeks on their path on becoming permanent scarlet.
“This is very touching and everything, but Jongdae and I have a place to be and an insane person to assist,” Kyungsoo butted in, looking so very little impressed with the entire situation.
Kyungsoo knew about the note; after all he had been with Jongdae when he had found it. However, Kyungsoo didn’t - as far as Jongdae knew - know that Jongdae actually liked Taekwoon. Jongdae was rather good at hiding his feelings, it was a skill he was rather proud of.
“Insane person?” Hakyeon looked thoroughly confused.
“Junmyeon hyung,” Kyungsoo said flatly.
“Wait, isn’t he your boyfriend or something?”
“Yes.”
Hakyeon stood there for quite some time, just gaping at Kyungsoo, who looked like he was bored out of his mind.
“You know what, just take lover boy with you,” Kyungsoo said after a while, clearly fed up with the entire situation. Hakyeon blinked. “I’ll just take Kwanghee hyung with me or something. Or maybe Chanyeol.”
To Jongdae it seemed like Kyungsoo spoke the last part to himself, muttering as he walked out of the library without saying bye to them, in true Kyungsoo style.
“Doesn’t Kwanghee have a crush on Junmyeon though?” Hakyeon asked after he has picked his jaw up from the floor. Jongdae didn’t blame him. Kyungsoo had that effect on people who didn’t know him.
“Yeah.” Jongdae said, turning off his laptop (not without triple saving his essay first) and gathered his pens and paper before he stuffed them into his backpack. Where several of the people in his classes used a plastic folder to keep their papers, Jongdae just stuffed them into his backpack where they got wrinkly and torn.
“Speaking of crushes,” Hakyeon said, still standing behind him. Jongdae groaned; he could practically hear Hakyeon wiggle his eyebrows. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t think he’d ever be, but Hakyeon didn’t seem to get that. That or he didn’t want to get that.
Jongdae didn’t take the bait, and Hakyeon let him pack his bag in peace. Jongdae used his time to put on his hoodie and scarf before he deemed himself ready to go.
“Did he-“Jongdae began once they were out of the library, heading towards the dorms. The air was crisp, colder than it had been only weeks earlier. Fall was starting to set properly; the leaves were slowly turning yellow and the days were turning shorter, sun setting earlier every day. The clouds were gray, heavy with rain.
Hakyeon looked at him.
“Did he tell you to do this?” Jongdae asked, not looking at Hakyeon. He could kick himself for sounding like such a fourteen year old, heels over head in love. It made the blush in his cheeks rekindle, and Jongdae bit his tongue.
“Oh no, he absolutely did not,” Hakyeon laughed, and for some reason it calmed Jongdae. As he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Jongdae finally met Hakyeon’s gaze. He smiled a soft, warm smile at him.
“Actually, Taekwoon would have my head if he knew that I’m talking to you about this. He’s not- he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings. Or, it’s more like he doesn’t like to talk about anything in particular. Perhaps save for babies and puppies,” Hakyeon said, rambling.
“Then how do you even know that I- we talked earlier?” Jongdae asked, frowning. He can’t bring himself to say ‘how do you even know that I turned him down?’ because Jongdae hadn’t turned him down. It made him slightly nauseated to know that Hakyeon actually thought he turned Taekwoon down.
“I could tell. I always can.” Hakyeon said, face suddenly serious. “Taekwoon doesn’t talk a lot, but his face is- well I won’t say it’s easy to read because it’s not. I guess I have known him for such a long time that I just know?” Hakyeon smiled. “If that made any sense?”
Jongdae nodded, biting his bottom lip. Hesitantly, he spoke.
“I didn’t turn him down,” Jongdae said. Hakyeon’s eyes widened, and Jongdae continued quickly. “I think we just- we misunderstood each other?”
Hakyeon nodded enthusiastically.
“I didn’t want to turn him down, so it’s sad that he thought that I did,” Jongdae continued slowly, words coming out of his mouth slowly, measured. “I actually, uh, wanted to-“Hakyeon stopped him by making a lot of weird noises, jumping and flailing his arms wildly.
“Sorry Jongdae!” Hakyeon said, smiling. “I just want you to tell this to Taekwoon, not me. Even though I appreciate that you trust me enough to want to tell me this.”
After just telling Hakyeon some of it, Jongdae felt like a small burden had been removed from his shoulders. It had made him less nervous also, so maybe he could muster up the courage to tell Taekwoon about it himself. Maybe.
“I’m not sure he wants to talk to me right now,” Jongdae mumbled, pulling the hood of his sweater over his head to protect his ears from the icy wind. Hakyeon slapped his arm.
“Jeez, it’s like hearing Taekwoonie’s words coming out of your mouth,” Hakyeon said, rolling his eyes. “Go talk to him, seriously.”
Jongdae hesitated.
“He’s at soccer practice right now, but it ends in like fifteen minutes,” Hakyeon told him, looking like an excited three year old, jumping up and down.
“But the soccer field is like on the other side of the campus!” Jongdae exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. It would probably take about ten minutes to get there, due to their campus being large, buildings scattered everywhere. The soccer field was closest to the gymnastics hall and the science labs, so Jongdae never ventured there, being a music major.
“That’s why you have to run, kiddo!” Hakyeon said sweetly, slapping his butt twice, as if that would make Jongdae run faster. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
Jongdae opened his mouth to protest wildly, but Hakyeon’s face suddenly looked terribly strict.
“Run, now!” Hakyeon ordered and Jongdae couldn’t really argue with him, something in Hakyeon’s voice frightened him slightly, so he ran.
There was a reason why Jongdae never ran; he was terrible at it. Terrible as in he was in bad shape. Sure, he was a singer and had great lung capacity and all that, but his stamina was made for wailing out high tones, not running through a fucking campus to make a declaration out of love. Just the thought of it made him blush.
He had blushed way too much these last hours.
Suddenly, it started to rain. It wasn’t just a few drops, it seemed like the entire heaven had opened up. Jongdae was drenched to the bone within minutes, the fabric of his clothes hanging heavily onto his body. Students with umbrellas, or makeshift umbrellas, like newspapers, were running past him, hurrying out of one lecture hall towards another one. Some of them looked weirdly at him, but most of them ignored him.
He probably looked completely ridiculous.
It was just when he arrived at the soccer field that he realized how tired he was, how soaked his clothes was. His heart was hammering wildly inside his chest. Jongdae panted loudly, lungs screaming. For a couple of minutes, all he did was standing there, breathing.
Then it dawned on him. The soccer field was empty.
With trembling fingers, he dug his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, squinting at the screen. Droplets of rain fell onto the screen. The digits that lightened up on the home screen of Jongdae’s phone told him that it had taken him roughly fifteen minutes to get there. Which was easy to believe, seeing as he had paused a lot to take breathing breaks.
The soccer team were probably done ages ago, which meant that Jongdae had run, had sweated all for nothing. Furiously he pocketed his phone, praying to every deity he could think of that it wouldn’t get ruined despite the high moisture levels in his clothes. If he didn’t get out of the clothes soon, he would catch a cold.
“Jongdae?”
No. Not now.
“Hey, Jongdae?” Jongdae’s eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
There were the sounds of footsteps on gravel, and then there was a hand on his shoulder. Jongdae inhaled sharply though his nose before he slowly turned around.
It was Taekwoon. Of course it was Taekwoon, looking as drenched as Jongdae felt. His black hair looked like it was glued to his head, bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing far less clothing than Jongdae; just shorts and a black t-shirt. For a second Jongdae had the urge to coo at him, since he looked like a drowned kitten.
“You must be freezing,” Jongdae murmured into his scarf. Jongdae was freezing, so Taekwoon probably was too.
“Not really. We have been running for the past hour, so the rain is really refreshing,” Taekwoon said softly, stepping slightly closer to Jongdae, who stood his ground.
Silence fell over them. The sound of the rain pouring down, hitting the bleachers and the rooftop of the locker room was the only thing filling Jongdae’s ears. It was soothing somewhat, calming. Jongdae looked away from Taekwoon, eyes running over the empty field again, trying to figure out what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it.
However, Taekwoon got there first.
“I’m sorry.” It was so loud, unlike Taekwoon’s usual soft-spoken words. It seemed like he genuinely wanted to apologize. “I’m sorry for not listening to you, and behaving like a child. I should have stayed until you were done speaking.”
Taekwoon wasn’t looking at him, eyes trained on a spot behind Jongdae.
“I’m sorry too,” Jongdae began, voice trembling slightly. Taekwoon shook his head.
“Don’t be, Jongdae,” Taekwoon said somewhat somberly. It made Jongdae frown. His eyes searched for Taekwoon’s, prodding, begging for contact. Contact that Taekwoon seemed unwilling to give. Taekwoon continued: “I still want to be your friend, even if-“
“What are you saying?” Jongdae asked, growing more and more frustrated by the second. Had Taekwoon not listened to the words he had spoken earlier? “You said yourself that you should have let me finish, so please, let me finish.”
His words were harsh, maybe too harsh, but he was rewarded when Taekwoon looked up at him, meeting his gaze.
A million thoughts were running though Jongdae’s head. His entire being was screaming ’I like you too, Jung Taekwoon!’, but he didn’t know how to say it. Seconds were running past and Taekwoon seemed more and more convinced by his own conclusions that Jongdae was afraid he would leave, as he had done earlier. No matter what Jongdae said.
Boldly, Jongdae took another step, cutting the distance between them drastically. He fisted his hand in Taekwoon’s t-shirt, the other grabbed onto Taekwoon’s shoulder as Jongdae hoisted himself up on his toes and kissed Taekwoon. Taekwoon gasped Jongdae’s name against his lips, his own hands cupping Jongdae’s cheeks as he kissed back, with enthusiasm. Taekwoon’s lips was cold, but so soft against Jongdae’s own.
Jongdae’s head was spinning, heart beating rapidly. He couldn’t believe he had the guts to do that, nor could he believe that Taekwoon actually was kissing him back.
Taekwoon was the one to break the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He simply rested his forehead against Jongdae’s, their noses touching. They stay like that, in the rain, panting softly into each other’s mouths, gazing into each other’s eyes. Until Taekwoon shivered, his teeth chattering.
“We need to get inside before we get sick,” Jongdae said, feeling a bit regrettable. Despite the cold, it felt nice to stay like this with Taekwoon in the rain. Taekwoon nodded, his bangs brushing against Jongdae’s forehead.
“My dorm is close by, we can go there if you want to,” Taekwoon offered hesitantly. Jongdae leaned forward to press a quick kiss against Taekwoon’s lips, smiling as he pulled away.
“I’d love to.”
The room was silent save for the drizzling from the shower hitting the tiles. Jongdae sat on the washing machine, kicking his legs in the air. Occasionally, his heels collided with the washing machine and sent deep thrums in the air, but Taekwoon, who stood in the shower, said absolutely nothing, and remained silent as always.
Jongdae’s heart was stuck in his throat somewhere, refusing to sink down. After their kiss in the rain, after Taekwoon told Jongdae to come with him back to his dorm room, Jongdae had anticipated it to happen again. The kissing.
But it hadn’t, and frankly Taekwoon had been the perfect gentleman ever since they got back. Jongdae even got to shower first, and while he showered Taekwoon had made him coffee, from actual grounded beans. Jongdae didn’t like coffee, but he hadn’t mustered the courage to say no to Taekwoon so he had accepted it with a smile. Said cup of coffee was placed next to him on the washing machine, half-full still.
Jongdae wasn’t sure if Taekwoon had heard him enter the bathroom. If he had, he hadn’t given any signs that he had. He hadn’t actually wanted to go into the bathroom, but after he had heard Taekwoon singing, his curiosity had been peeked. Jongdae had never in his wildest dreams thought that Taekwoon could sing. But there he was, standing like five meters away from him, singing softly, beautifully. Taekwoon’s voice felt like cotton to his ears and Jongdae wanted him to sing forever.
The drizzle of the shower stopped, and the towels hanging over the shower got pulled down and a couple of seconds later, Taekwoon emerged from the shower in all his glory, a gray towel slung low around his hips and an orange one on his wet head.
And Jongdae, Jongdae couldn’t not stare at all that skin that was presented to him. His throat was as dry as a desert and whenever he tried to swallow, his throat just clicked. Droplets of water were trailing down from Taekwoon’s wet, black hair and down his bare, toned chest. Taekwoon was tan from a summer of playing soccer; Jongdae knew because Jongdae had seen him play. His eyes followed the trail of water until the fluffy towel absorbed them.
Taekwoon’s eyes widened slightly when he discovered Jongdae sitting on the washing machine, but he didn’t say anything, his face as unreadable as it always was. It made Jongdae slightly frustrated because he wanted Taekwoon to blush, wanted his face to turn scarlet as he stuttered, asking Jongdae why he was there and not in his living room. But it didn’t happen.
What did happen was Taekwoon stepping closer, hands resting on Jongdae’s knees. Taekwoon’s palms are warm, heat seeping through Jongdae’s borrowed pair of sweatpants. Jongdae spread his legs, making room for Taekwoon to step in between them as he pulled Taekwoon closer by the towel around his hips.
A soft, shy smile spread out on Taekwoon’s lips seconds before he bent down, hands on Jongdae’s thighs, as he kissed him. Jongdae parted his lips on contact, running his tongue over Taekwoon’s bottom lip. A soft gasp escaped Taekwoon’s mouth and Jongdae took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Taekwoon’s warm mouth. Warmth ran through Jongdae’s body as Taekwoon sucked on Jongdae’s tongue, his hands squeezing Jongdae’s thighs.
“Jung Taekwoon,” Jongdae breathed as he broke the kiss. Taekwoon hummed, one of his hands coming up to touch Jongdae’s cheek, his thumb running softly over Jongdae’s lips. Jongdae smiled at the gesture, his heart swelling in his chest, and Taekwoon smiled back. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he continued.
“Do you want to go out with me?”
Taekwoon laughed, soft like cotton, before he leaned back down, kissing Jongdae again. The kiss was more demanding than the first one, hotter, heavier. There was a string of saliva connecting them when they pulled apart. Taekwoon licked his lips.
“I’d love to.”
i need to write more vixxo. and hakyeon should have been even more annoying than this. what do you call pwp with no smut?