Blinded [1/8]
Title: Blinded [1/8]
Author: ixjaydee
Pairing: OnTae (Onew/Taemin), side!JongHo
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: “You’re pretty clumsy for someone who can see."
Disclaimer: There are three things that are certain in life: Taxes, death, and that I don’t own SHINee.
AN;; This idea popped into my head after I tried to open my door and walked into it because it didn’t open. This is dedicated to wishiwuzkagome . She actually asked for a main chaptered OnTae story, and this is what I came up with. The first fic in my new rotation. I said I wouldn't post till Friday, but... I got excited. Lol
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The First Sketch - The Stories Told
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Lee Jinki was in his final year of one of the most prestigious fine arts and performing arts school in the country. It wasn’t easy to get in, and if someone from the outside were to meet him, they’d consider it no less than a miracle that he got accepted into the school in the first place.
Those who did know him very well though, knew he was meticulous. He was often praised for his attention to detail, and though he worked slower than the rest of the other students, his works were nothing short of remarkable.
If only he weren’t so clumsy.
His professor winced as he heard the tell tale crashing noise from the back of the room. “Jinki. You JUST started that sculpture today.” Jinki smiled sheepishly up at his professor. “I know... good thing huh?” They were supposed to be carving animals in motion. Jinki turned in his final sketches for it last, the deadline in a month.
“I’ll work hard to make the deadline! I promise!” He hauled the broken stone off to the disposal bin for it to be reused somewhere on campus. This particular sculpture was a small one that fit on top of the small desks they used. His professor shuddered as he thought about Jinki’s senior thesis.
His senior thesis was a popular subject among the professors. He was going to be carving something rather large. No one knew what it would be, and the stone remained untouched in his personal studio.
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“Again Jinki? Really? The school’s going to go broke because of you,” his best friend, Kim Jonghyun said with laughter in his voice. Jinki’s morning class was over for now, and he was taking a lunch break. Maybe he should’ve skipped lunch to work on the recent project. The deadline was coming, and if he didn’t start now, he’d probably be late a day or two.
But Jonghyun brought fried chicken. Jinki could never resist fried chicken. “Whatever. At least they haven’t kicked me out yet. I should be grateful for that,” he said as he took a blissful bite of chicken. Jonghyun rolled his eyes at Jinki when his eyes fluttered closed as he chewed his food.
“You are absolutely disgusting sometimes. I swear.” Jonghyun shuddered and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Anyway, there’s this new kid in the music department. He’s a freaking piano genius. I had an eargasm listening to him play this morning. He’s pretty cute too. I think they said his name was Taemin or something?” Jinki only half listened to his friend’s idle chatter.
“I think it’s stuff like that, that makes Minho flirt with other people. You’re just as bad,” Jinki said, pointing an accusatory finger at Jonghyun. Jonghyun just rolled his eyes again. “Minho could always use a little competition to keep him on his toes.”
“You guys could at least wait until I get here to start talking about me.” The boy in question dropped his bag next to a chair and sat down, leaning over to give Jonghyun a quick kiss. “What’s this about needing competition? I’ll kick their ass.”
Jinki never understood the dynamics of their relationship. It was sort of like a love-hate relationship. Once one was being overly affectionate, the other hated it but accepted the affections anyway, and sometimes it seemed like a like they both hated each other. But they were together nonetheless, so something must be clicking between the two.
Jinki nodded to himself as his mind came to a silent conclusion. It must be the sex.
Jonghyun scoffed and punched Minho in the arm. “Then you’d be an ass because he’s blind.”
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Jinki stayed late that night at the studio. He stared at the massive chunk of stone in the center of the room. The chunk of stone that was going to turn into his senior thesis in order for him to graduate. There were papers scattered all over the room, some of them crumpled up, some of them with many scratch outs on the surface.
He tapped his pencil on his sketchbook and sighed. Nothing was coming to him. He stood up for a moment and stretched his arms, deciding to walk around a bit to gather inspiration. He stepped out into the hallway and turned off the light to the studio, letting the moonlight flood into the room, highlighting the sheet covering the stone like a ghost.
He wandered slowly down the deserted hallways, his hands jammed in his pockets. He looked around at the walls, admiring the textures, the cracks, the finer details. Suddenly, he heard a few notes playing off in the distance.
He walked in that general direction as his curiosity got the better of him and found himself in the music department. The strange thing was, the music was coming from a dark room. He walked towards it and pushed the door open, flipping on the light switch.
Jinki saw a younger boy sitting at a piano, his fingers brushing lightly over the keys as he played. He suddenly stopped though as Jinki entered, turning his head in his direction. His eyes didn’t look directly at him though, but looked past him.
“Is someone there?” Jinki nodded. The boy sat there quietly for a moment before a smile curled onto his face. “If there is someone there, I can’t see it if you nod.” Jinki stuttered for a moment before mumbling an apology and bowing. Then he felt stupid for bowing because obviously the other boy couldn’t see.
“Do you happen to know what time it is?” Jinki looked down at his watch. “It’s almost eleven at night.” It kind of freaked him out that the other boy spoke to him without looking at him. Then something clicked. “Oh. You’re... Taemin right?”
“Oh, you know who I am?” His eyes moved from side to side as he smiled. “Um, my friend, Jonghyun told me about you during lunch.” Taemin nodded thoughtfully until his eyes returned back to the piano keys.
“I think I know who you’re talking about. He has a pretty nice singing voice? Likes to insult people and use vulgar language?” Jinki laughed at Taemin’s description. “That sounds about right.” Taemin chuckled to himself before getting up carefully from the bench.
Now Jinki saw the walking stick leaning up against the piano. He reached a hand up to his face and frowned. “Can you help me? I put my sunglasses down somewhere...”
“Yeah sure...” Jinki walked further into the room and looked around for the sunglasses in question. “What do they look like?” Taemin let out another chuckle before Jinki smacked himself on the forehead with his hand. Of course he wouldn’t know what they looked like.
“Sorry...”
“It’s okay. Happens a lot.” Jinki continued his search silently until he saw them below the bench. “Found them!” He crawled under the bench to pick them up and bumped his head on the bottom crawling out. “Ow... Jeeze...” Taemin laughed, leaning on his walking stick.
“You’re pretty clumsy for someone who can see.” Jinki blushed furiously as he rubbed the top of his head. “Yeah... it’s kind of a curse. My friend thinks it’s a condition.” He carefully placed the sunglasses into the boy’s outstretched hand.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” He slipped them on his face and started to make his way to the door. “I hate to ask you for help again... But my brother was supposed to pick me up about an hour ago after his rehearsal but I guess it’s running late. Can you take me to the auditorium?” Jinki didn’t have anything else better to do.
“Sure, why not?” He smiled. As he walked past him, he felt Taemin slip an arm around his. “It’s a little bit easier this way. You don’t mind do you?”
“No, no. Not at all.” His grip was gentle, but firm. Jinki slowed down his walking pace as they approached the door and opened it for the both of them. Taemin felt out with his walking stick and walked through with Jinki in tow.
The two of them talked for a little bit. Jinki told him about his senior thesis and the lack of inspiration he had for it. Taemin told him about the strange people that always listened to him play without saying anything. Jinki told him about his frequent accidents. Taemin told him about his lack of accidents.
Jinki didn’t quite understand why it was so easy to talk to Taemin. He was telling him things only Jonghyun knew about him halfway to the auditorium. Jinki watched the contours of his face, the way his jawline was soft, the way his grin was crooked when he was being sarcastic.
His hair was long, tied back into a ponytail behind his head, bangs falling messily over his face. He was, in short, a very beautiful person. Taemin’s words fell on deaf ears as Jinki took in as much detail as he could in the dim light.
“Jinki? Are you okay?” He suddenly stopped walking which pulled him out of his daze. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking again.”
“Getting lost in thought while you’re moving is dangerous. Maybe that’s why you’re so accident prone.”
The two were laughing when Jinki pushed open the door to the auditorium. Suddenly, someone knocked into him, sending him falling to the floor.
“Taeminnie! I’m so sorry! Rehearsal ran long, and I forgot my phone in the car! Forgive me!” Jinki rubbed his head again as he shook his head to clear his vision. He saw a boy hugging Taemin as Taemin tried to escape his grasp.
“Key, for goodness sake. I’m fine. But I think you knocked over Jinki. I heard him fall.”
“Jinki? Lee Jinki? The pride and joy of the art department?” Key stepped away from Taemin and cast a curious glance to him on the floor. “Oh. My bad. I’m sorry.” He smiled and stepped over to help him up. Jinki took his hand and let himself be pulled up.
“I’m Kim Kibum. But every one calls me Key. Thanks for helping my brother.” Key definitely had an interesting hairstyle choice. His hair was shaved on one side and dyed blonde. He tutted to himself as he fixed Taemin’s appearance.
Key was a bit on the feminine side. He had a sharp angular jaw, cat like eyes, and an expression that reminded Jinki too much of a diva.
“We should probably go home. Thank you again Jinki.” Taemin smiled in his general direction. "We’ll meet again right?” Jinki heard the hopefulness in his voice. “Yeah... Yeah. Definitely. Jonghyun was raving about your piano skills. So I’ll at least have to hear you play once.” Taemin smiled at him and waved aimlessly as Key led him out.
“Look at this, even your makeup is coming off...”
Jinki turned to watch them leave. Makeup?
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“She was god awful. I don’t even know how to explain it. She screamed the entire song at me like I was deaf or something. Jinki. Jinki! Earth to Jinki!” Jinki’s eyes moved over to look at Jonghyun, but the expression behind them was still vacant. “JINKI!”
He snapped out of his daze, clearly surprised to see Jonghyun sitting in front of him. “Oh. Jonghyun. When did you get here?” Jonghyun rolled his eyes and sighed again. “What’s wrong with you? Still drawing a blank for you senior thesis?” Jinki giggled uncontrollably while Jonghyun gave him a weird look.
“You said drawing a blank. Which is exactly what I’m doing. It... I thought it was funny,” his voice got softer as Jonghyun gave him a look like he was crazy. Maybe Jinki was going crazy after all. They said great minds were often insane.
“But it doesn’t look like you were drawing a blank though. That looks an awful lot like Taemin.” Jinki looked down to his sketch pad, and on it was a pencil sketch of Taemin sitting at the piano, his fingers on the keys, face turned towards him. He lifted up his pencil and tucked it behind his ear. “Oh. Go figure...”
“Oh hoho. So you’ve met Taemin? Did you hear him play? You had an eargasm didn’t you?” It was Jinki’s turn to roll his eyes as he closed up his sketchbook. “No. I was staying late and heard some playing coming from the room. He needed some help getting around so I helped him.”
“I see... He was cute, wasn’t he?” Jonghyun said offhandedly, eyes narrowing slightly and a devious grin appearing on his face as he turned his gaze towards Jinki.
“Yeah, he was pretty- Hey.” If there was one thing he didn’t like about his best friend, it was the fact that he always had stupid ideas, and always stupidly tried to carry them out. And that stupid grin on his face told him all he needed to know.
“Jonghyun. No.”
“No what?” He said innocently.
“Whatever the hell your planning. No.” Jonghyun just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Oh look. There goes Minho. Gotta go.” Jonghyun grabbed his things and left the table in a whirlwind. Jinki watched Jonghyun run over to Minho and grab his hand, earning a weird look from the other boy.
“Since when do you like holding hands?” Jinki laughed slightly at Minho’s comment before they disappeared somewhere. Jinki sighed and opened his sketchbook again to the picture of Taemin he drew absentmindedly.
“That’s a nice drawing of Taemin.” Jinki shot three feet into the air and slammed his sketchbook closed, clutching at his heart. “Sorry, did I scare you?” Key sat down in the seat that was occupied by Jonghyun earlier with a smirk.
“No. Just a mild heart attack is all.” Key laughed as he eyed the sketchbook. “Do you mind if I look through it?” Jinki was hesitant at first, but pushed the book over to him anyway. Key took it in his hands and flipped through the pages slowly.
Jinki really paid attention to detail. All of the pencil sketches were amazing. Jinki watched Key’s face as he flipped through the pictures. “He’s interested in you, you know. Taemin. He kept asking me questions about you on the ride home. I was sorry I didn’t know any of the answers.” Jinki was taken aback. Really? He was interested in him?
“I hear a lot about you from other people. How you’re apparently a genius with your hands but the biggest clutz in the world.” Jinki buried his face in his hands before running a hand through his hair. “Yeah well... I’m far from being a genius. And I am just a little bit more accident prone than the average person.” Key laughed a little bit under his breath.
Jinki watched him flip through his sketches until he stopped at the sketch of Taemin and put the book down. Jinki stared at it for a moment before speaking. “It feels like something is missing.” Key raised an eyebrow. “Something’s missing? It looks fine to me.”
“I guess but... something’s missing.” Key eyed Jinki for a moment. “Look. I know we don’t know each other too well or anything, and I know I probably made a bad first impression on you but... would you mind spending more time with Taemin? I’m sure he’d enjoy it. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a while.”
Jinki opened and closed his mouth. He still had a project to finish for his sculpting class. He had a few works to do for his other classes. Not to mention he was so behind on his senior thesis, it wasn’t even funny.
All of his thoughts didn’t seem to matter though as a “sure” escaped his lips. Key smiled at him and let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you so much for doing this. You don’t know how much it’ll mean to him.” But in time he would learn exactly how much it would mean to Taemin, and how much Taemin would mean to him.
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Author: ixjaydee
Pairing: OnTae (Onew/Taemin), side!JongHo
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: “You’re pretty clumsy for someone who can see."
Disclaimer: There are three things that are certain in life: Taxes, death, and that I don’t own SHINee.
AN;; This idea popped into my head after I tried to open my door and walked into it because it didn’t open. This is dedicated to wishiwuzkagome . She actually asked for a main chaptered OnTae story, and this is what I came up with. The first fic in my new rotation. I said I wouldn't post till Friday, but... I got excited. Lol
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The First Sketch - The Stories Told
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Lee Jinki was in his final year of one of the most prestigious fine arts and performing arts school in the country. It wasn’t easy to get in, and if someone from the outside were to meet him, they’d consider it no less than a miracle that he got accepted into the school in the first place.
Those who did know him very well though, knew he was meticulous. He was often praised for his attention to detail, and though he worked slower than the rest of the other students, his works were nothing short of remarkable.
If only he weren’t so clumsy.
His professor winced as he heard the tell tale crashing noise from the back of the room. “Jinki. You JUST started that sculpture today.” Jinki smiled sheepishly up at his professor. “I know... good thing huh?” They were supposed to be carving animals in motion. Jinki turned in his final sketches for it last, the deadline in a month.
“I’ll work hard to make the deadline! I promise!” He hauled the broken stone off to the disposal bin for it to be reused somewhere on campus. This particular sculpture was a small one that fit on top of the small desks they used. His professor shuddered as he thought about Jinki’s senior thesis.
His senior thesis was a popular subject among the professors. He was going to be carving something rather large. No one knew what it would be, and the stone remained untouched in his personal studio.
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“Again Jinki? Really? The school’s going to go broke because of you,” his best friend, Kim Jonghyun said with laughter in his voice. Jinki’s morning class was over for now, and he was taking a lunch break. Maybe he should’ve skipped lunch to work on the recent project. The deadline was coming, and if he didn’t start now, he’d probably be late a day or two.
But Jonghyun brought fried chicken. Jinki could never resist fried chicken. “Whatever. At least they haven’t kicked me out yet. I should be grateful for that,” he said as he took a blissful bite of chicken. Jonghyun rolled his eyes at Jinki when his eyes fluttered closed as he chewed his food.
“You are absolutely disgusting sometimes. I swear.” Jonghyun shuddered and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Anyway, there’s this new kid in the music department. He’s a freaking piano genius. I had an eargasm listening to him play this morning. He’s pretty cute too. I think they said his name was Taemin or something?” Jinki only half listened to his friend’s idle chatter.
“I think it’s stuff like that, that makes Minho flirt with other people. You’re just as bad,” Jinki said, pointing an accusatory finger at Jonghyun. Jonghyun just rolled his eyes again. “Minho could always use a little competition to keep him on his toes.”
“You guys could at least wait until I get here to start talking about me.” The boy in question dropped his bag next to a chair and sat down, leaning over to give Jonghyun a quick kiss. “What’s this about needing competition? I’ll kick their ass.”
Jinki never understood the dynamics of their relationship. It was sort of like a love-hate relationship. Once one was being overly affectionate, the other hated it but accepted the affections anyway, and sometimes it seemed like a like they both hated each other. But they were together nonetheless, so something must be clicking between the two.
Jinki nodded to himself as his mind came to a silent conclusion. It must be the sex.
Jonghyun scoffed and punched Minho in the arm. “Then you’d be an ass because he’s blind.”
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Jinki stayed late that night at the studio. He stared at the massive chunk of stone in the center of the room. The chunk of stone that was going to turn into his senior thesis in order for him to graduate. There were papers scattered all over the room, some of them crumpled up, some of them with many scratch outs on the surface.
He tapped his pencil on his sketchbook and sighed. Nothing was coming to him. He stood up for a moment and stretched his arms, deciding to walk around a bit to gather inspiration. He stepped out into the hallway and turned off the light to the studio, letting the moonlight flood into the room, highlighting the sheet covering the stone like a ghost.
He wandered slowly down the deserted hallways, his hands jammed in his pockets. He looked around at the walls, admiring the textures, the cracks, the finer details. Suddenly, he heard a few notes playing off in the distance.
He walked in that general direction as his curiosity got the better of him and found himself in the music department. The strange thing was, the music was coming from a dark room. He walked towards it and pushed the door open, flipping on the light switch.
Jinki saw a younger boy sitting at a piano, his fingers brushing lightly over the keys as he played. He suddenly stopped though as Jinki entered, turning his head in his direction. His eyes didn’t look directly at him though, but looked past him.
“Is someone there?” Jinki nodded. The boy sat there quietly for a moment before a smile curled onto his face. “If there is someone there, I can’t see it if you nod.” Jinki stuttered for a moment before mumbling an apology and bowing. Then he felt stupid for bowing because obviously the other boy couldn’t see.
“Do you happen to know what time it is?” Jinki looked down at his watch. “It’s almost eleven at night.” It kind of freaked him out that the other boy spoke to him without looking at him. Then something clicked. “Oh. You’re... Taemin right?”
“Oh, you know who I am?” His eyes moved from side to side as he smiled. “Um, my friend, Jonghyun told me about you during lunch.” Taemin nodded thoughtfully until his eyes returned back to the piano keys.
“I think I know who you’re talking about. He has a pretty nice singing voice? Likes to insult people and use vulgar language?” Jinki laughed at Taemin’s description. “That sounds about right.” Taemin chuckled to himself before getting up carefully from the bench.
Now Jinki saw the walking stick leaning up against the piano. He reached a hand up to his face and frowned. “Can you help me? I put my sunglasses down somewhere...”
“Yeah sure...” Jinki walked further into the room and looked around for the sunglasses in question. “What do they look like?” Taemin let out another chuckle before Jinki smacked himself on the forehead with his hand. Of course he wouldn’t know what they looked like.
“Sorry...”
“It’s okay. Happens a lot.” Jinki continued his search silently until he saw them below the bench. “Found them!” He crawled under the bench to pick them up and bumped his head on the bottom crawling out. “Ow... Jeeze...” Taemin laughed, leaning on his walking stick.
“You’re pretty clumsy for someone who can see.” Jinki blushed furiously as he rubbed the top of his head. “Yeah... it’s kind of a curse. My friend thinks it’s a condition.” He carefully placed the sunglasses into the boy’s outstretched hand.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” He slipped them on his face and started to make his way to the door. “I hate to ask you for help again... But my brother was supposed to pick me up about an hour ago after his rehearsal but I guess it’s running late. Can you take me to the auditorium?” Jinki didn’t have anything else better to do.
“Sure, why not?” He smiled. As he walked past him, he felt Taemin slip an arm around his. “It’s a little bit easier this way. You don’t mind do you?”
“No, no. Not at all.” His grip was gentle, but firm. Jinki slowed down his walking pace as they approached the door and opened it for the both of them. Taemin felt out with his walking stick and walked through with Jinki in tow.
The two of them talked for a little bit. Jinki told him about his senior thesis and the lack of inspiration he had for it. Taemin told him about the strange people that always listened to him play without saying anything. Jinki told him about his frequent accidents. Taemin told him about his lack of accidents.
Jinki didn’t quite understand why it was so easy to talk to Taemin. He was telling him things only Jonghyun knew about him halfway to the auditorium. Jinki watched the contours of his face, the way his jawline was soft, the way his grin was crooked when he was being sarcastic.
His hair was long, tied back into a ponytail behind his head, bangs falling messily over his face. He was, in short, a very beautiful person. Taemin’s words fell on deaf ears as Jinki took in as much detail as he could in the dim light.
“Jinki? Are you okay?” He suddenly stopped walking which pulled him out of his daze. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking again.”
“Getting lost in thought while you’re moving is dangerous. Maybe that’s why you’re so accident prone.”
The two were laughing when Jinki pushed open the door to the auditorium. Suddenly, someone knocked into him, sending him falling to the floor.
“Taeminnie! I’m so sorry! Rehearsal ran long, and I forgot my phone in the car! Forgive me!” Jinki rubbed his head again as he shook his head to clear his vision. He saw a boy hugging Taemin as Taemin tried to escape his grasp.
“Key, for goodness sake. I’m fine. But I think you knocked over Jinki. I heard him fall.”
“Jinki? Lee Jinki? The pride and joy of the art department?” Key stepped away from Taemin and cast a curious glance to him on the floor. “Oh. My bad. I’m sorry.” He smiled and stepped over to help him up. Jinki took his hand and let himself be pulled up.
“I’m Kim Kibum. But every one calls me Key. Thanks for helping my brother.” Key definitely had an interesting hairstyle choice. His hair was shaved on one side and dyed blonde. He tutted to himself as he fixed Taemin’s appearance.
Key was a bit on the feminine side. He had a sharp angular jaw, cat like eyes, and an expression that reminded Jinki too much of a diva.
“We should probably go home. Thank you again Jinki.” Taemin smiled in his general direction. "We’ll meet again right?” Jinki heard the hopefulness in his voice. “Yeah... Yeah. Definitely. Jonghyun was raving about your piano skills. So I’ll at least have to hear you play once.” Taemin smiled at him and waved aimlessly as Key led him out.
“Look at this, even your makeup is coming off...”
Jinki turned to watch them leave. Makeup?
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“She was god awful. I don’t even know how to explain it. She screamed the entire song at me like I was deaf or something. Jinki. Jinki! Earth to Jinki!” Jinki’s eyes moved over to look at Jonghyun, but the expression behind them was still vacant. “JINKI!”
He snapped out of his daze, clearly surprised to see Jonghyun sitting in front of him. “Oh. Jonghyun. When did you get here?” Jonghyun rolled his eyes and sighed again. “What’s wrong with you? Still drawing a blank for you senior thesis?” Jinki giggled uncontrollably while Jonghyun gave him a weird look.
“You said drawing a blank. Which is exactly what I’m doing. It... I thought it was funny,” his voice got softer as Jonghyun gave him a look like he was crazy. Maybe Jinki was going crazy after all. They said great minds were often insane.
“But it doesn’t look like you were drawing a blank though. That looks an awful lot like Taemin.” Jinki looked down to his sketch pad, and on it was a pencil sketch of Taemin sitting at the piano, his fingers on the keys, face turned towards him. He lifted up his pencil and tucked it behind his ear. “Oh. Go figure...”
“Oh hoho. So you’ve met Taemin? Did you hear him play? You had an eargasm didn’t you?” It was Jinki’s turn to roll his eyes as he closed up his sketchbook. “No. I was staying late and heard some playing coming from the room. He needed some help getting around so I helped him.”
“I see... He was cute, wasn’t he?” Jonghyun said offhandedly, eyes narrowing slightly and a devious grin appearing on his face as he turned his gaze towards Jinki.
“Yeah, he was pretty- Hey.” If there was one thing he didn’t like about his best friend, it was the fact that he always had stupid ideas, and always stupidly tried to carry them out. And that stupid grin on his face told him all he needed to know.
“Jonghyun. No.”
“No what?” He said innocently.
“Whatever the hell your planning. No.” Jonghyun just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Oh look. There goes Minho. Gotta go.” Jonghyun grabbed his things and left the table in a whirlwind. Jinki watched Jonghyun run over to Minho and grab his hand, earning a weird look from the other boy.
“Since when do you like holding hands?” Jinki laughed slightly at Minho’s comment before they disappeared somewhere. Jinki sighed and opened his sketchbook again to the picture of Taemin he drew absentmindedly.
“That’s a nice drawing of Taemin.” Jinki shot three feet into the air and slammed his sketchbook closed, clutching at his heart. “Sorry, did I scare you?” Key sat down in the seat that was occupied by Jonghyun earlier with a smirk.
“No. Just a mild heart attack is all.” Key laughed as he eyed the sketchbook. “Do you mind if I look through it?” Jinki was hesitant at first, but pushed the book over to him anyway. Key took it in his hands and flipped through the pages slowly.
Jinki really paid attention to detail. All of the pencil sketches were amazing. Jinki watched Key’s face as he flipped through the pictures. “He’s interested in you, you know. Taemin. He kept asking me questions about you on the ride home. I was sorry I didn’t know any of the answers.” Jinki was taken aback. Really? He was interested in him?
“I hear a lot about you from other people. How you’re apparently a genius with your hands but the biggest clutz in the world.” Jinki buried his face in his hands before running a hand through his hair. “Yeah well... I’m far from being a genius. And I am just a little bit more accident prone than the average person.” Key laughed a little bit under his breath.
Jinki watched him flip through his sketches until he stopped at the sketch of Taemin and put the book down. Jinki stared at it for a moment before speaking. “It feels like something is missing.” Key raised an eyebrow. “Something’s missing? It looks fine to me.”
“I guess but... something’s missing.” Key eyed Jinki for a moment. “Look. I know we don’t know each other too well or anything, and I know I probably made a bad first impression on you but... would you mind spending more time with Taemin? I’m sure he’d enjoy it. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a while.”
Jinki opened and closed his mouth. He still had a project to finish for his sculpting class. He had a few works to do for his other classes. Not to mention he was so behind on his senior thesis, it wasn’t even funny.
All of his thoughts didn’t seem to matter though as a “sure” escaped his lips. Key smiled at him and let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you so much for doing this. You don’t know how much it’ll mean to him.” But in time he would learn exactly how much it would mean to Taemin, and how much Taemin would mean to him.
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