An obsession with 10 fingers; {open to public.}
My first fic!
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A pair of hands can tell you a lot about its owner.
Coarse, weathered palms probably belong to a hardworking someone, slogging for hours to earn their keep. They might not be the most refined, nor the most beautiful, but touching it, you will feel a certain warmth, a familiar rugged sensation. A friendly, earnest disposition.
From another pair of hands, you notice beautifully manicured fingernails, filed to perfection, its sharp edges glinting as it threatens to prick skin and draw blood. The owner most probably possesses a fatal amount of vanity, a love for things on the finer side of life. Perhaps, you give the owner a warm handshake, only to feel a piercing coldness spreading from the tips of her fingers. You to stir in shock as you discreetly seek to distance yourself.
Hands, they tell you a lot about their owner.
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His hands were soft, fair and pleasantly rounded. Strong, yet slightly feminine, without that ultra girly touch. Maybe it reflected his personality; his warm kindness, understatedly subtle yet touching acts of friendliness, his ever impartial leadership and of course, the endearing carelessness that brought the team so much joy and laughter. It was everything Jonghyun treasured about their dear leader. Many a times, Jonghyun's eyes would linger on Jinki's fingers drumming on the armrest in their van as they rushed off to their next schedule. They seemed to move to a strangely hypnotising beat that never failed to captivate Jonghyun's attention despite Kibum's numerous, deliberate, antics to be heard. Sometimes Jonghyun would play along with Kibum, as a disguise to keep his staring a secret from Jinki. Jinki, being Jinki, never noticed.
During all his lonely staring matches, Jonghyun always felt this strange yearning tugging at his heart. It began as a tiny bubble surfacing in the calm river within him. It grew; slowly, but surely. The bubble enlarged to a dangerously huge sphere, so full of longing it nearly burst. His heart grew impatient. Jonghyun decided he had to do something about this bubble.
So he mustered up his courage.
They were rushing off to somewhere, as per usual. Jonghyun could not remember where; he was too engrossed in fulfilling this secret mission of his; but all he knew was that this was his golden opportunity. Jinki was ambling a few steps before him, sharing a small conversation with Taemin, as Kibum was having some sort of noisy banter with Minho (filled with mostly Kibum's own laments about life and whatnot) a few meters away. Jonghyun was alone. His heart was palpitating in deafening beats, as he let his nervous breaths suffocate his senses. He gave himself one last silent encouragement and - Jonghyun sped forward and felt his fingers slip into Jinki's.
Mission accomplished! Jonghyun nearly cried in celebration as giddy tides flooded his head. Warmth from Jinki's palm seeped into Jonghyun's tingling fingers, just like Jonghyun's countless dreams of how holding Jinki's hand would be like. A smile crept onto his face as Jonghyun basked in the glow of accomplishment and elation.
“Er, Jonghyun?” Jonghyun glanced at his leader and was greeted by a pair of questioning brown eyes. Before giving Jinki any time to react, Jonghyun's hands gripped Jinki's ever tighter and swung it up and down, as he flashed a cheeky grin. Unbeknownst to Jinki, this was Jonghyun's very own puppy looks deployed to brainwash the targeted individual. Who was, in this case, Jinki himself.
“Nothing, hyung, I just like your hands,” Jonghyun whispered.
Jinki launched into good natured laughter, clearly amused. “So you do, then.” His fingers remained in Jonghyun's palm, gripping just as tight.
Perhaps Jinki didn't exactly know, but Jonghyun had never spoken more truth to his leader before.
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A pair of hands can tell you a lot about its owner.
Coarse, weathered palms probably belong to a hardworking someone, slogging for hours to earn their keep. They might not be the most refined, nor the most beautiful, but touching it, you will feel a certain warmth, a familiar rugged sensation. A friendly, earnest disposition.
From another pair of hands, you notice beautifully manicured fingernails, filed to perfection, its sharp edges glinting as it threatens to prick skin and draw blood. The owner most probably possesses a fatal amount of vanity, a love for things on the finer side of life. Perhaps, you give the owner a warm handshake, only to feel a piercing coldness spreading from the tips of her fingers. You to stir in shock as you discreetly seek to distance yourself.
Hands, they tell you a lot about their owner.
-
His hands were soft, fair and pleasantly rounded. Strong, yet slightly feminine, without that ultra girly touch. Maybe it reflected his personality; his warm kindness, understatedly subtle yet touching acts of friendliness, his ever impartial leadership and of course, the endearing carelessness that brought the team so much joy and laughter. It was everything Jonghyun treasured about their dear leader. Many a times, Jonghyun's eyes would linger on Jinki's fingers drumming on the armrest in their van as they rushed off to their next schedule. They seemed to move to a strangely hypnotising beat that never failed to captivate Jonghyun's attention despite Kibum's numerous, deliberate, antics to be heard. Sometimes Jonghyun would play along with Kibum, as a disguise to keep his staring a secret from Jinki. Jinki, being Jinki, never noticed.
During all his lonely staring matches, Jonghyun always felt this strange yearning tugging at his heart. It began as a tiny bubble surfacing in the calm river within him. It grew; slowly, but surely. The bubble enlarged to a dangerously huge sphere, so full of longing it nearly burst. His heart grew impatient. Jonghyun decided he had to do something about this bubble.
So he mustered up his courage.
They were rushing off to somewhere, as per usual. Jonghyun could not remember where; he was too engrossed in fulfilling this secret mission of his; but all he knew was that this was his golden opportunity. Jinki was ambling a few steps before him, sharing a small conversation with Taemin, as Kibum was having some sort of noisy banter with Minho (filled with mostly Kibum's own laments about life and whatnot) a few meters away. Jonghyun was alone. His heart was palpitating in deafening beats, as he let his nervous breaths suffocate his senses. He gave himself one last silent encouragement and - Jonghyun sped forward and felt his fingers slip into Jinki's.
Mission accomplished! Jonghyun nearly cried in celebration as giddy tides flooded his head. Warmth from Jinki's palm seeped into Jonghyun's tingling fingers, just like Jonghyun's countless dreams of how holding Jinki's hand would be like. A smile crept onto his face as Jonghyun basked in the glow of accomplishment and elation.
“Er, Jonghyun?” Jonghyun glanced at his leader and was greeted by a pair of questioning brown eyes. Before giving Jinki any time to react, Jonghyun's hands gripped Jinki's ever tighter and swung it up and down, as he flashed a cheeky grin. Unbeknownst to Jinki, this was Jonghyun's very own puppy looks deployed to brainwash the targeted individual. Who was, in this case, Jinki himself.
“Nothing, hyung, I just like your hands,” Jonghyun whispered.
Jinki launched into good natured laughter, clearly amused. “So you do, then.” His fingers remained in Jonghyun's palm, gripping just as tight.
Perhaps Jinki didn't exactly know, but Jonghyun had never spoken more truth to his leader before.