Exasperation; You/Jonghyun; PG
Exasperation
You/Jonghyun; fluff/humour; pg; 1379words
Oh, how it tickled you, the way he flirted.
Inspired by these
http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt271/weareshining/JONGHYUN01/f0070761_4c69118ca7874.jpg
http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt271/weareshining/JONGHYUN01/f0070761_4c6ad58fec683.jpg
HAHAHA are you judging me already? (:
You hated winter and well, honestly, what could be worse than walking down the road to school on a freezing winter’s morning wearing the only warm piece of outer clothing you had which, by the way, made you itch like crazy.
Oh, how it itched. The wool, each strand rubbing against your sensitive skin annoyingly. Especially on your arms, making you squirm in the oversized layer of clothing even as you walked. You would scratch at your arms every now and then and curse at the sweater while pulling on the material, refusing to let it touch your arms. But with each tug, the frosty wind would blow to fill in that space between your skin and the stupid wool, running a shiver down your spine.
So ultimately you had no choice but to let the woolen sweater have friction against your skin and had to put up with it. (Scratching all over made you look like you had fleas or something)
*****
“For warmth and for my survival in this damn weather,” you thought bitterly, making your way through the main gates of the school.
And just when you thought that you’d be able to shed the sweater because schools are supposed to turn on heaters to full blast on cold, cold, cold days like these, you were wrong.
“Students, please be informed that the school heaters are down, all students are to have their warm clothing on throughout the school day until this problem is resolved, thank you.”
What the hell.
*****
You shot the speaker, which the announcement sounded from, a death glare and then pressed your fingers to your nose bridge, massaging it while you thought of other ways to keep warm without wearing the blasted sweater. Conclusion: There was perpetually no other way, wonderful.
Right then it was settled that you were probably not going to be paying attention during any of the classes, seeing as you’d most likely be tugging and pulling, itching and scratching on the sweater. Somehow, through the thickness of the clothing you were wearing, you felt a vibration coming from your phone, hidden in the depth of the sweater pocket. (Which also itched your hand when you stuffed it in to take the phone out.)
Jjong:
hey baby, I hope you’re wearing enough, today’s rly cold…
You smiled and suddenly, the itch kind of faded into the background. You could still feel it, but you could ignore it better now. And then it was also settled that you had your entertainment for the rest of the day in your phone. Texting your boyfriend during class was a bad idea, but you forgave yourself quickly, blaming it all on the sweater.
*****
You:
I am, I am, except tht it itches like hell & I’ll probably scratch myself to death by the time sch’s out ):
His reply came back as quickly as you had sent it out, that was one of the things you loved about him. He never made you wait. Unless, of course, he had a schedule, in which case he would not have messaged you to begin with.
Jjong:
drama queen ~ haha why’d you wear that for then??
You:
It’s the only piece that keeps me warm on stupid cold days like these.
Jjong:
I cld kp you warm too…
You:
… why didn’t you say so earlier?! I could’ve worn you to school ㅠㅠ
Jjong:
My bad.
*****
And just like that, the first hour of school flew by. Suddenly, you were also really thankful that the heaters weren’t working because then all science laboratory lessons were cancelled in fear of the thick clothing hindering movement or causing accidents in there and were changed to lectures in the auditorium. This made text messaging a whole lot easier to do without being caught.
You:
yeah, ofc it is. now I’m stuck in this itchy confinement and it’s all your fault. hmph. (if you didn’t know, I’m pouting rn.)
Jjong:
ahahah, I’ll make it up to you then. wna come over later? It’s pretty warm here ^^
You let out a squeal and other students sitting around you threw you suspicious looks.
“Just… hiccups,” you lied, grinning widely as they raised questioning eyebrows at you.
You:
weeeell … - *vibrates
But before you could finish your incomplete text, another message came in.
Jjong:
or at least, I’m pretty warm. ㅋㅋㅋ
You stifled your giggle, not wanting to attract any more attention to yourself than you already had. Oh, how it tickled you, the way he flirted. You deleted the previous text and started afresh.
You:
Works for me.
Jjong:
you took awhile to reply… I was beginning to think that you were reluctant …
You:
Obviously, you thought wrong ^^
Jjong:
^^ :D XD (: hohoh perfect, what time will it be?
You:
3pm by the time I reach the dorm? Somewhere arnd there I guess.
Jjong:
no one but me back here then … (:
You:
Perfect indeed.
*****
A wide smile spread across your face from behind your phone screen and you chuckled stupidly to yourself, not realizing that you still had that itchy, old sweater on. It only dawned on you later on, ten minutes before the dismissal bell rang and almost five hours into texting Jonghyun in class that the sweater had been making your skin red in patches here and there.
You groaned and brought your fingers up to rub at the itchy spots in patterns on your arms and secretly wished that you could fly over to Jonghyun’s dorm faster and get rid of the damn sweater. You thought about how his warm, muscle-y arms would wrap around you and how you could bury your cheek into his probably burning warm chest only to have the warmth spread through your body like wildfire.
Jjong:
see you in half an hour !
You:
yepp, love you (:
Jjong:
love you too.
Most guys hated replying ‘love you’ messages, but Jonghyun replied them so readily and so directly, it was impossible to question if there was honesty in the message.
You reached his doorstep 15min before 3, but that didn’t matter much, actually. You were all smiles, partially because you finally had him so close to you again and partially because the sweater was getting far too irritating to keep on. He answered the door and when it swung open, oh boy, did he catch you by surprise.
*****
“Who wears a tank top in this kind of cold?!” you cried, shocked by your boyfriend who was standing comfortably in black trackpants and a white tank top.
He laughed and then shrugged as you entered, jaw hanging loose and staring at him. But as he took your hand in his, you realized that he really was warm, in fact, almost hot even though he was in a tank top.
“Warm, aren’t I?” he began, smiling as you removed your sweater and sighed in relief that it was finally off your body.
“Did you like, roll on an iron or something?” you questioned him.
“Har-har-har, no. I’m naturally hot,” he laughed at himself and you smacked him playfully across his shoulder.
You both made yourselves comfortable on the sofa and just when he pulls his big, protective arms around your waist from behind you, you feel something prickly poking at your arm, almost as though the feeling of the sweater on your skin had a permanent effect. It continues to poke you, bringing back a familiar itch on your arms even as you lean back into his chest and tuck your head under his chin.
Unable to hold back the urge to scratch anymore, you trace your fingers to the itch and begin scratching at both arms.
*****
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
“Feels like… the stupid sweater left permanent itches,” you propped yourself up and turned to face him.
He lifts his arms in that sort of ‘surrender’ position and you notice something that makes you half-gag and half-gasp.
“Kim Jonghyun, you couldn’t bother wearing a sleeved shirt?!” you cried, feeling exasperated.
He glances at his own underarms and turns pink (which you secretly thought was extremely cute), grinning sheepishly at you.
You sigh and lean back in his arms, feeling the itches rise again.
Oh well, back to square one.
omg, I already feel the fail in this. It was sudden inspiration after talking to someone and sharing some pictures and poof! this came out.
don't hate me too much, haha .
/runs and hides in a corner
/editted (:
Entry as posted on shinee_replay community
You/Jonghyun; fluff/humour; pg; 1379words
Oh, how it tickled you, the way he flirted.
Inspired by these
http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt271/weareshining/JONGHYUN01/f0070761_4c69118ca7874.jpg
http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt271/weareshining/JONGHYUN01/f0070761_4c6ad58fec683.jpg
HAHAHA are you judging me already? (:
You hated winter and well, honestly, what could be worse than walking down the road to school on a freezing winter’s morning wearing the only warm piece of outer clothing you had which, by the way, made you itch like crazy.
Oh, how it itched. The wool, each strand rubbing against your sensitive skin annoyingly. Especially on your arms, making you squirm in the oversized layer of clothing even as you walked. You would scratch at your arms every now and then and curse at the sweater while pulling on the material, refusing to let it touch your arms. But with each tug, the frosty wind would blow to fill in that space between your skin and the stupid wool, running a shiver down your spine.
So ultimately you had no choice but to let the woolen sweater have friction against your skin and had to put up with it. (Scratching all over made you look like you had fleas or something)
*****
“For warmth and for my survival in this damn weather,” you thought bitterly, making your way through the main gates of the school.
And just when you thought that you’d be able to shed the sweater because schools are supposed to turn on heaters to full blast on cold, cold, cold days like these, you were wrong.
“Students, please be informed that the school heaters are down, all students are to have their warm clothing on throughout the school day until this problem is resolved, thank you.”
What the hell.
*****
You shot the speaker, which the announcement sounded from, a death glare and then pressed your fingers to your nose bridge, massaging it while you thought of other ways to keep warm without wearing the blasted sweater. Conclusion: There was perpetually no other way, wonderful.
Right then it was settled that you were probably not going to be paying attention during any of the classes, seeing as you’d most likely be tugging and pulling, itching and scratching on the sweater. Somehow, through the thickness of the clothing you were wearing, you felt a vibration coming from your phone, hidden in the depth of the sweater pocket. (Which also itched your hand when you stuffed it in to take the phone out.)
Jjong:
hey baby, I hope you’re wearing enough, today’s rly cold…
You smiled and suddenly, the itch kind of faded into the background. You could still feel it, but you could ignore it better now. And then it was also settled that you had your entertainment for the rest of the day in your phone. Texting your boyfriend during class was a bad idea, but you forgave yourself quickly, blaming it all on the sweater.
*****
You:
I am, I am, except tht it itches like hell & I’ll probably scratch myself to death by the time sch’s out ):
His reply came back as quickly as you had sent it out, that was one of the things you loved about him. He never made you wait. Unless, of course, he had a schedule, in which case he would not have messaged you to begin with.
Jjong:
drama queen ~ haha why’d you wear that for then??
You:
It’s the only piece that keeps me warm on stupid cold days like these.
Jjong:
I cld kp you warm too…
You:
… why didn’t you say so earlier?! I could’ve worn you to school ㅠㅠ
Jjong:
My bad.
*****
And just like that, the first hour of school flew by. Suddenly, you were also really thankful that the heaters weren’t working because then all science laboratory lessons were cancelled in fear of the thick clothing hindering movement or causing accidents in there and were changed to lectures in the auditorium. This made text messaging a whole lot easier to do without being caught.
You:
yeah, ofc it is. now I’m stuck in this itchy confinement and it’s all your fault. hmph. (if you didn’t know, I’m pouting rn.)
Jjong:
ahahah, I’ll make it up to you then. wna come over later? It’s pretty warm here ^^
You let out a squeal and other students sitting around you threw you suspicious looks.
“Just… hiccups,” you lied, grinning widely as they raised questioning eyebrows at you.
You:
weeeell … - *vibrates
But before you could finish your incomplete text, another message came in.
Jjong:
or at least, I’m pretty warm. ㅋㅋㅋ
You stifled your giggle, not wanting to attract any more attention to yourself than you already had. Oh, how it tickled you, the way he flirted. You deleted the previous text and started afresh.
You:
Works for me.
Jjong:
you took awhile to reply… I was beginning to think that you were reluctant …
You:
Obviously, you thought wrong ^^
Jjong:
^^ :D XD (: hohoh perfect, what time will it be?
You:
3pm by the time I reach the dorm? Somewhere arnd there I guess.
Jjong:
no one but me back here then … (:
You:
Perfect indeed.
*****
A wide smile spread across your face from behind your phone screen and you chuckled stupidly to yourself, not realizing that you still had that itchy, old sweater on. It only dawned on you later on, ten minutes before the dismissal bell rang and almost five hours into texting Jonghyun in class that the sweater had been making your skin red in patches here and there.
You groaned and brought your fingers up to rub at the itchy spots in patterns on your arms and secretly wished that you could fly over to Jonghyun’s dorm faster and get rid of the damn sweater. You thought about how his warm, muscle-y arms would wrap around you and how you could bury your cheek into his probably burning warm chest only to have the warmth spread through your body like wildfire.
Jjong:
see you in half an hour !
You:
yepp, love you (:
Jjong:
love you too.
Most guys hated replying ‘love you’ messages, but Jonghyun replied them so readily and so directly, it was impossible to question if there was honesty in the message.
You reached his doorstep 15min before 3, but that didn’t matter much, actually. You were all smiles, partially because you finally had him so close to you again and partially because the sweater was getting far too irritating to keep on. He answered the door and when it swung open, oh boy, did he catch you by surprise.
*****
“Who wears a tank top in this kind of cold?!” you cried, shocked by your boyfriend who was standing comfortably in black trackpants and a white tank top.
He laughed and then shrugged as you entered, jaw hanging loose and staring at him. But as he took your hand in his, you realized that he really was warm, in fact, almost hot even though he was in a tank top.
“Warm, aren’t I?” he began, smiling as you removed your sweater and sighed in relief that it was finally off your body.
“Did you like, roll on an iron or something?” you questioned him.
“Har-har-har, no. I’m naturally hot,” he laughed at himself and you smacked him playfully across his shoulder.
You both made yourselves comfortable on the sofa and just when he pulls his big, protective arms around your waist from behind you, you feel something prickly poking at your arm, almost as though the feeling of the sweater on your skin had a permanent effect. It continues to poke you, bringing back a familiar itch on your arms even as you lean back into his chest and tuck your head under his chin.
Unable to hold back the urge to scratch anymore, you trace your fingers to the itch and begin scratching at both arms.
*****
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
“Feels like… the stupid sweater left permanent itches,” you propped yourself up and turned to face him.
He lifts his arms in that sort of ‘surrender’ position and you notice something that makes you half-gag and half-gasp.
“Kim Jonghyun, you couldn’t bother wearing a sleeved shirt?!” you cried, feeling exasperated.
He glances at his own underarms and turns pink (which you secretly thought was extremely cute), grinning sheepishly at you.
You sigh and lean back in his arms, feeling the itches rise again.
Oh well, back to square one.
omg, I already feel the fail in this. It was sudden inspiration after talking to someone and sharing some pictures and poof! this came out.
don't hate me too much, haha .
/runs and hides in a corner
/editted (:
Entry as posted on shinee_replay community