[chaptered] i'm so crazy for you (2/?)
i'm so crazy for you.
pg-13. youngsaeng/jungmin.
he was just a bat boy to youngsaeng...or an ex-bat boy, rather. his feelings would never matter.
chapter two of ???
a month passed with jungmin having no contact with youngsaeng. maybe he was an idiot to have expected the older man to call, just to ask how he was. but more often than not he found his thoughts on youngsaeng, wondering how he was. how he was faring without baseball, how he was faring without...him.
he watched baseball on television every now and then, to see if youngsaeng had changed his mind. but it was as if the man had never existed. his name was never mentioned, his records were never spoken of.
"min! christ, you've been spacing out lately. black coffee, table six." kyujong, one of his co-workers, sent him a glare as he hissed the words.
jungmin almost jumped out of his skin, blinking back to reality. was he really so head over heels with the man that his thoughts strayed no matter what? it was obvious what youngsaeng's thoughts on him were, why did he bother?
he managed an apologetic smile at kyujong and quickly went over to the coffee machine, making the order.
jungmin could only sigh quietly and pick up the cup, walking to table six. "black coffee will be..." his voice trailed as he met a pair of familiar deep brown eyes. "y-youngsaeng ssi." his voice rose an octave. no...why was he here, of all places?
the older man chuckled. "i thought we moved from the formalities long ago, min ah." he pointed out, taking his coffee cup.
jungmin swallowed, biting his lower lip. "sorry, h-hyung." he murmured. "um, that will be 1,660 won ."
"are you alright?" youngsaeng frowned. "i'm sorry we haven't spoken in a while but i have been busy." he managed an apologetic smile, one jungmin knew wasn't real.
"it's fine." jungmin dismissed, avoiding the older man's eyes.
youngsaeng snorted. "i know you more than had you think i do, jungmin. i'm not stupid." he handed him the correct amount of money. "you missed me that much?" his smile was teasing this time. jungmin wanted to slap it off of his face. of course he missed him, he was practically in love with the man for christ's sake but it wasn't even like he cared---
"min? hello?"
jungmin snapped back to reality, grabbing the money with a fake grin. "sorry, spaced out. it was nice seeing you, hyung." he quickly spun around and walked away to take another table's order but a hand caught his wrist.
this wasn't supposed to happen, damnit. he was supposed to forget about youngsaeng, no matter how hard it would be, he was supposed to never see the older man again.
so much for that.
"sit." the tone left no room for argument and jungmin swallowed, turning around and sliding into the seat across from youngsaeng. he wanted to say that he was working, he couldn't spend time talking, he'd get docked off pay if he was caught, he would...
"did i do something?" youngsaeng questioned, staring into his cup of coffee. "since you saw it was me you've been avoiding looking at me like the plague." he pointed out with a snort.
"i don't know what you're talking about." jungmin licked his dry lips. "i need to get back to work---"
"damnit, jungmin!" the cup of coffee slammed against the table and if it had been glass, jungmin knew it would have shattered on impact.
"all i did was take you away from that hell hole i know you hated, so what did i do to deserve this?" youngsaeng hissed, ignoring the eyes that were on them.
jungmin resisted the urge to snort. "you're a bit blind if you don't know, saengie. i'd rather it stay that way." he slid out from the booth.
"jungmin---"
"just...leave it alone, okay?" the redhead managed a smile. "what's done is done." he walked off without another word, only to leave a confused and slightly hurt youngsaeng at the table.
"so he's the reason why you've been spacing out."
jungmin almost jumped at kyujong's voice (damn, the man needed to wear a bell around his neck) but went to the cash register. "so what if he is?"
kyujong rolled his eyes, absentmindedly grabbing a cloth and wiping the counter. "nothing, nothing. i can see why, though." he replied with a small smirk. "he isn't bad on the eyes....i should have waited his table instead." he mused.
"shut up." jungmin muttered.
"why don't you just tell him?" kyujong questioned, looking up as a piece of paper was placed on the counter. "vanilla latte." he read off to the younger man.
jungmin sighed and grabbed a cup. "he doesn't give a damn about me, i'm not bothering with it. i'd rather live with an indirect rejection instead of a direct one." he pointed out before walking over to the coffee machine.
"you don't know that." kyujong protested.
"considering all he did after he quit was text me to go pick up my stuff and thanks for everything, i guess," jungmin recited, the words still clear in his mind. "i'm pretty damn positive i do know." he placed a lid ontop of the now filled cup and handed it to kyujong.
"you're one of the most stubborn people i know, you know that?" the older man said under his breath.
jungmin grinned. "part of my charm, i suppose."
kyujong rolled his eyes. "you have a visitor." he muttered before walking off to a table.
jungmin's eyes snapped up to find youngsaeng standing in front of the counter, looking confused and lost and...completely the opposite of what jungmin knew him to be.
"for whatever i did, i'm sorry." youngsaeng murmured. "but it's kinda hard finding something when all you know is baseball." he pointed out. "so i'm sorry for not talking to you." he placed a folded up napkin on the wood. "just look at it. i...maybe i'll see you later." he smiled and the next thing jungmin knew, he was hearing the bell that signaled customers walking in and out.
the redhead blinked and grabbed the napkin. that was...what was that? what had happened to youngsaeng? the man he knew wouldn't have made a big deal out of his treatment towards him.. he wouldn't have acted quiet and shy.
shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he unfolded the flimsy item.
we need to talk.
your favorite restaurant, 8pm. i know when you get off work, don't try that excuse.
please.
jungmin swallowed, slowly clenching the napkin into his hand. what was the older man playing at? they hadn't spoken for a month, and the redhead could guarantee if this 'run-in' hadn't happened, the time would have gone on a lot longer.
but...youngsaeng had sounded at least a bit genuine in his apology.
jungmin knew it wasn't the benefit of the doubt that made his decision for him. it was his damned feelings for the man.
he apparently had a dinner date in four hours.
pg-13. youngsaeng/jungmin.
he was just a bat boy to youngsaeng...or an ex-bat boy, rather. his feelings would never matter.
chapter two of ???
a month passed with jungmin having no contact with youngsaeng. maybe he was an idiot to have expected the older man to call, just to ask how he was. but more often than not he found his thoughts on youngsaeng, wondering how he was. how he was faring without baseball, how he was faring without...him.
he watched baseball on television every now and then, to see if youngsaeng had changed his mind. but it was as if the man had never existed. his name was never mentioned, his records were never spoken of.
"min! christ, you've been spacing out lately. black coffee, table six." kyujong, one of his co-workers, sent him a glare as he hissed the words.
jungmin almost jumped out of his skin, blinking back to reality. was he really so head over heels with the man that his thoughts strayed no matter what? it was obvious what youngsaeng's thoughts on him were, why did he bother?
he managed an apologetic smile at kyujong and quickly went over to the coffee machine, making the order.
jungmin could only sigh quietly and pick up the cup, walking to table six. "black coffee will be..." his voice trailed as he met a pair of familiar deep brown eyes. "y-youngsaeng ssi." his voice rose an octave. no...why was he here, of all places?
the older man chuckled. "i thought we moved from the formalities long ago, min ah." he pointed out, taking his coffee cup.
jungmin swallowed, biting his lower lip. "sorry, h-hyung." he murmured. "um, that will be 1,660 won ."
"are you alright?" youngsaeng frowned. "i'm sorry we haven't spoken in a while but i have been busy." he managed an apologetic smile, one jungmin knew wasn't real.
"it's fine." jungmin dismissed, avoiding the older man's eyes.
youngsaeng snorted. "i know you more than had you think i do, jungmin. i'm not stupid." he handed him the correct amount of money. "you missed me that much?" his smile was teasing this time. jungmin wanted to slap it off of his face. of course he missed him, he was practically in love with the man for christ's sake but it wasn't even like he cared---
"min? hello?"
jungmin snapped back to reality, grabbing the money with a fake grin. "sorry, spaced out. it was nice seeing you, hyung." he quickly spun around and walked away to take another table's order but a hand caught his wrist.
this wasn't supposed to happen, damnit. he was supposed to forget about youngsaeng, no matter how hard it would be, he was supposed to never see the older man again.
so much for that.
"sit." the tone left no room for argument and jungmin swallowed, turning around and sliding into the seat across from youngsaeng. he wanted to say that he was working, he couldn't spend time talking, he'd get docked off pay if he was caught, he would...
"did i do something?" youngsaeng questioned, staring into his cup of coffee. "since you saw it was me you've been avoiding looking at me like the plague." he pointed out with a snort.
"i don't know what you're talking about." jungmin licked his dry lips. "i need to get back to work---"
"damnit, jungmin!" the cup of coffee slammed against the table and if it had been glass, jungmin knew it would have shattered on impact.
"all i did was take you away from that hell hole i know you hated, so what did i do to deserve this?" youngsaeng hissed, ignoring the eyes that were on them.
jungmin resisted the urge to snort. "you're a bit blind if you don't know, saengie. i'd rather it stay that way." he slid out from the booth.
"jungmin---"
"just...leave it alone, okay?" the redhead managed a smile. "what's done is done." he walked off without another word, only to leave a confused and slightly hurt youngsaeng at the table.
"so he's the reason why you've been spacing out."
jungmin almost jumped at kyujong's voice (damn, the man needed to wear a bell around his neck) but went to the cash register. "so what if he is?"
kyujong rolled his eyes, absentmindedly grabbing a cloth and wiping the counter. "nothing, nothing. i can see why, though." he replied with a small smirk. "he isn't bad on the eyes....i should have waited his table instead." he mused.
"shut up." jungmin muttered.
"why don't you just tell him?" kyujong questioned, looking up as a piece of paper was placed on the counter. "vanilla latte." he read off to the younger man.
jungmin sighed and grabbed a cup. "he doesn't give a damn about me, i'm not bothering with it. i'd rather live with an indirect rejection instead of a direct one." he pointed out before walking over to the coffee machine.
"you don't know that." kyujong protested.
"considering all he did after he quit was text me to go pick up my stuff and thanks for everything, i guess," jungmin recited, the words still clear in his mind. "i'm pretty damn positive i do know." he placed a lid ontop of the now filled cup and handed it to kyujong.
"you're one of the most stubborn people i know, you know that?" the older man said under his breath.
jungmin grinned. "part of my charm, i suppose."
kyujong rolled his eyes. "you have a visitor." he muttered before walking off to a table.
jungmin's eyes snapped up to find youngsaeng standing in front of the counter, looking confused and lost and...completely the opposite of what jungmin knew him to be.
"for whatever i did, i'm sorry." youngsaeng murmured. "but it's kinda hard finding something when all you know is baseball." he pointed out. "so i'm sorry for not talking to you." he placed a folded up napkin on the wood. "just look at it. i...maybe i'll see you later." he smiled and the next thing jungmin knew, he was hearing the bell that signaled customers walking in and out.
the redhead blinked and grabbed the napkin. that was...what was that? what had happened to youngsaeng? the man he knew wouldn't have made a big deal out of his treatment towards him.. he wouldn't have acted quiet and shy.
shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he unfolded the flimsy item.
we need to talk.
your favorite restaurant, 8pm. i know when you get off work, don't try that excuse.
please.
jungmin swallowed, slowly clenching the napkin into his hand. what was the older man playing at? they hadn't spoken for a month, and the redhead could guarantee if this 'run-in' hadn't happened, the time would have gone on a lot longer.
but...youngsaeng had sounded at least a bit genuine in his apology.
jungmin knew it wasn't the benefit of the doubt that made his decision for him. it was his damned feelings for the man.
he apparently had a dinner date in four hours.