Blinded [7/8]
Title: Blinded [7/8]
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;; I’ve been dead sick in bed. Yesterday when I woke up, it felt like someone dropped a piano on me. Srsly. I couldn’t even get out of bed. Man, I feel so crappy. I’m sorry if this chapter seems weird. I’m kinda drugged up.
Also, it took me seven chapters to realize that this doesn’t really have a plot. What the heck is this. Fluff without plot? FWP? I don’t know. It’s just a slice of life type thing then. How did I even do this?
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The Seventh Sketch - By Graphite Stains
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Time went by faster than Jinki had expected. By now, he didn’t have any time for social interactions. He had to finish projects due for his classes, and when he wasn’t working on those, he was hammering on his senior thesis. He sank to his knees one day, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to finish this by the end of the school year.
If he extended it into the summer though, he would be able to relax a little bit and work at a slower pace. He already wasted too much time fixing stupid mistakes. Key happened to be walking by Jinki’s studio and saw him on the ground.
He knocked three times before opening the door. “Jinki?” Jinki’s eyes were still gazing at the stone before they snapped over to him in the doorway. “Oh. Hi Key. What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
“I was going to go visit Taemin but I saw you on the ground and... Jinki. This is amazing.” Key peered into his senior thesis, marveling at everything he saw at the different angles he turned his head. “How... I don’t even understand this.”
Jinki stood up and sniffed. “It’s just a different way of seeing things.” Key nodded before a strong smell reached his nose. He turned and saw a pile of canvases on the floor. “Umm... you keep things pretty messy here huh?” Jinki looked in the direction of his gaze and laughed nervously, running a dirty hand through his hair.
“Just something I’ve been trying that’s been absolutely infuriating me.”
“You? Angry? It’s possible?” Jinki laughed and sighed again. “I am not almighty. There are even some things I can’t do.”
--
Jinki had a long talk with his advisor about his graduation. He finally managed to convince her to let him graduate late in the summer. Now he could relax a little bit and spend some time with people he loved.
“HEY JINKI!” Or people he was supposed to love. Jonghyun’s guitar case dropped on the table unceremoniously in front of Jinki and on top of his book. “Thanks Jonghyun. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a guitar dropped on my hands.”
“Ouch, my bad.” He lifted the instrument up and leaned it against the chair next to him, scooting his chair up. “Welcome back to the land of the living. Gave up already?”
“I extended my deadline,” Jinki said looking back at his book. Jonghyun leaned over and glanced at the title. “Color theory? Since when do you use color? And what, you’re graduating late or something?”
“In the summer.” Jinki flipped the page and sighed, letting his head fall onto the table. “Who’s bright idea was it to come up with color painting?” He groaned and lifted his head up, taking in a deep breath. Jonghyun rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his apple.
“Why the sudden interest then?” Jinki stared at the pages before turning to Jonghyun. “Because none of the other things feel right. I feel like I’m missing something, and it’s driving me insane. This is the only thing I haven’t tried yet and... I already want to punch something.” Jinki closed his books and sighed.
“Well, look who’s out in public!” Key walked by with Taemin on his arm. He guided him to the seat next to Jinki who smiled and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. Taemin laughed. “It’s been ages since I last enjoyed your presence.” Jinki felt bad about not being able to spend time with him, but at least Taemin understood why.
“Well the good news is that I’ll be able to spend more time with you.” Jinki stuffed the books into his backpack, earning a curious glance from Key. “I thought you didn’t like working with colors,” Key said with a smile. It was well known around the campus the time Jinki put his fist through a canvas because he couldn’t get the colors right.
Taemin turned his head over to Jinki. “I thought you said you couldn’t get them right?” Jinki sighed again and twiddled his thumbs on the table. “I don’t, and I can’t. I just thought I’d try again, and maybe I’d get it right this time.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to have sex with something Jinki.”
“Would you just shut up Jonghyun? I swear, sometimes the stuff that comes out of your mouth is just stupid.” Jonghyun just shrugged as he brushed off Jinki’s snippy comment. Jinki always got like that whenever the discussion of his lack of painting skills was brought up.
Taemin, however, didn’t know that and frowned. “That was kind of harsh wasn’t it? He’s your best friend.” Jinki sighed again and ran both hands through his hair. “I just... I’m just... I gotta go. I have some other stuff I need to work on.” Taemin tried to protest but he felt Key squeezing his arm and fell silent.
He heard Jinki’s heavy footsteps fade into the rest of the noise as his face fell. “It’s nothing you said Taemin. He just gets touchy when it comes to color painting.”
“Why though,” Taemin asked. “I’m sure it looks amazing, just like the rest of his works.”
“I wouldn’t know. He’s never let anyone see him paint before.”
--
Jinki was taking a nap underneath the shade of a tree when he felt someone lay on top of him. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Taemin with his hands on his chest, fingers laced, chin resting on top. He lifted his head up slightly and saw Jonghyun’s retreating back. Of course he would know where Jinki would be hiding.
“Hi Jinki.”
“Hi Taemin.” The silence between them was a little bit awkward until Jinki sighed again and wrapped his arms around Taemin’s waist, fingers laced against the small of his back.
“I’m sorry if I said something that offended you earlier.” Jinki remained silent. “I shouldn’t have snapped at him,” he said finally after a minute of silence.
“It’s okay, I said that without really understanding why you were so touchy. I just thought you were being a jerk... which thinking about it now, doesn’t really make much sense.” Jinki chuckled as Taemin smiled sheepishly.
“It’s understandable. I just get so frustrated when it comes to color. I just don’t understand why.” Taemin pursed his lips and thought. “Are you painting?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you try something else? Like colored pencils or markers or something?” Something clicked inside his head. “Oh my god. Change the medium. Why didn’t I think of this- Oh my god, I’m so stupid.” He sat up abruptly, accidently bumping into Taemin’s head. “Ah! I’m so sorry.” He rubbed the spot on Taemin’s head, looking off into the distance.
Taemin held his head and whined. “Oh, don’t be such a whiner. For being an amazing muse, how about I take you out on a super wonderful date tomorrow night?”
--
Jinki sat in his studio again surrounded by everything from colored pencils to gel pens to pastels. His fingers were stained with different mediums, crawling up his arm and blending together into a mess of colors. He absentmindedly wiped his face, causing a streak of color to appear on his cheek.
His sketch book as propped open in front of him to a particular drawing. He tried again and again with everything he could get his hands on to see what fit. After hours and hours of trying, he triumphantly stood up and laughed. Jinki glanced over to the clock. Two in the morning. He had class early tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He found his color medium, and he had until the end of the summer to make it perfect.
--
“What’re you making?” Taemin was sitting on the balcony of the apartment with Jinki. The rain made them stay inside for their date that day, so Jinki decided to bring something by to make for Taemin. “Just a little something.”
The ran fell in a symphony of drops. Taemin smiled as he could hear the story the rain was trying to tell that day. The rain mixed with the sounds of sanding, shaving, and gentle tapping as Jinki continued to work on his gift. He insisted on working outside so it was easier to clean.
Finally, something small and wooden was pressed into Taemin’s hands. Taemin laughed and felt around it. It was a heart. There was a small hole with a rope threaded through it. He felt the raised bumps on the surface and recognized them to be braille letters.
“Jinki... roves Taemin? I think you meant loves.” He couldn’t help but laugh loudly as Jinki snatched the heart from his hands. “Oh god... seriously? I looked this up right before I got here. Come on!” Jinki hung his head in shame until Taemin stopped laughing, wiping tears from his eyes.
“There’s an extra dot on the letter ‘L’ that turned into into the letter ‘R’. Just get rid of it and you’ll be fine.” Jinki pursed his lips and took out his tools again to fix it. Taemin grinned and chuckled as he heard Jinki fixing it.
“By the way Jinki, I rove you too.”
“Oh god, Taemin. Don’t do this to me.” Taemin laughed again as Jinki whined. “Stop laughing!” He tackled the other boy gently and buried his face in his lap. Taemin smiled and stroked his hair. “I dunno about that. I thought it was cute.” He laughed again as Jinki sighed, pressing the small wooden heart back into his hand.
“Despite that, I think it’s really cute. Thanks.” He leaned over and kissed the top of Jinki’s head. They didn’t say anything for a while until Taemin fidgeted. “I think the back of my shirt is getting wet from the rain.” Jinki sat up and looked behind Taemin.
“Indeed it is. Let’s get you inside and changed. Or you can just leave it off.” Taemin heard the suggestion in Jinki’s voice and laughed, letting Jinki pull him inside. Once inside, Jinki made swift work in pulling off Taemin’s shirt and kissing him over to the couch. Taemin smirked into the kiss.
“Oh Jinki... I rove you so much.” Jinki stopped kissing him and burst into laughter, falling on top of him, body shaking from all the laughing. “You... you totally know how to ruin the mood.” Jinki kept laughing, burying his face into the crook of Taemin’s neck. Taemin’s laughter joined his, and soon the two of them were in tears.
“Oh god...” Jinki poked at his face, trying to get some feeling back into his cheeks. “I’ll go get you another shirt. Did you want to watch a movie or something?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I can work on my knitting.”
“Knitting? It’s almost the summer.”
“Whatever! You’ll thank me come winter.”
--
Key came home to see them on the couch, Jinki watching a movie, Taemin laying in his lap working on his knitting. “Taemin, it’s almost summer. Why are you working on your knitting?” Taemin rolled his eyes. “You’ll thank me come fall and winter!” Jinki looked back over his shoulder at Key.
“How was rehearsal?”
“It was fine, didn’t expect to come out to rain though... wait. What’s this?” Key hurried over to a small pile of cloth on the floor. “Is this Taemin’s shirt?”
“Hmm?” Jinki looked back at him again. Key was holding Taemin’s shirt between two fingers and looking at it in horror. “Yes. That’s his shirt.”
“Why is it wet?”
“We were out on the balcony.”
“You were on the balcony. Doing what?” Jinki and Taemin just burst into laughter again. Key’s face paled. “You are disgusting! Outside?! WHERE PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU?!”
“Key! We didn’t do that! Sheesh! Jinki was carving me something.”
“Are you wearing a shirt Taemin? I swear to god if you’re not wearing a shirt, I’m going to hang him from the balcony.” Taemin sat up and picked at his t-shirt. “Jeeze Key. Acting like I only own ONE shirt. Which is impossible, living with you.” Taemin laid back down, leaving Key to breathe a sigh of relief.
“It’s not like we didn’t try to inside though. Your brother is pretty good at ruining the mood.” Jinki laughed again as Key sank into a chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you just... keep these things to yourself? I mean really. Just. I don’t need to know. I don’t, need. To know.”
--
As graduation grew closer, every one came increasingly busy. Except for Jinki. He still worked at a leisurely pace on his senior thesis, doing a much better job the first time around now that he wasn’t so rushed. He was a little bit sad that he wouldn’t get to graduate with his friends, and Jonghyun wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.
“I can’t believe I get to graduate before you do. Never in a million years did I think I was going to graduate before you.”
“Never in a million years did I think you were going to graduate at all.” That remark earned Jinki a punch from Jonghyun. Jinki laughed and pointed his chisel at him.
“Hey. I have sharp, dangerous, pointy tools in my hands. Try that again, and we’ll see who’s graduating and who isn’t.”
“It’ll still be you.”
“No. It’ll be neither of us. You’ll be dead, and I’ll be in jail.”
--
Jinki sat in the back of the auditorium with the rest of the student body that cared to come that day for the music department’s performances. Key sat next to him, clapping politely and smilng when he saw Jonghyun lead Taemin up on stage to play his piece while he sang. He could’ve done both on his own, but this was his way of exposing Taemin’s talents to the professors.
Jinki always got lost in his thoughts when Taemin played the piano.
The performance was over before he knew it, and the crowd was on their feet, clapping and cheering. They both bowed on stage as Jinki grinned. Damn Jonghyun for graduating before him.
--
The four of them and Minho went out to celebrate at the usual restaurant. “So looks like the next thing we’ll be attending is Jinki’s graduation in the summer. Your thesis better something super amazing. I’ve already heard people talking about it. Did you name it yet?” Jinki took a sip of his drink and looked up thoughtfully.
“Yeah. Different Points of View.”
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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;; I’ve been dead sick in bed. Yesterday when I woke up, it felt like someone dropped a piano on me. Srsly. I couldn’t even get out of bed. Man, I feel so crappy. I’m sorry if this chapter seems weird. I’m kinda drugged up.
Also, it took me seven chapters to realize that this doesn’t really have a plot. What the heck is this. Fluff without plot? FWP? I don’t know. It’s just a slice of life type thing then. How did I even do this?
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The Seventh Sketch - By Graphite Stains
--
Time went by faster than Jinki had expected. By now, he didn’t have any time for social interactions. He had to finish projects due for his classes, and when he wasn’t working on those, he was hammering on his senior thesis. He sank to his knees one day, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to finish this by the end of the school year.
If he extended it into the summer though, he would be able to relax a little bit and work at a slower pace. He already wasted too much time fixing stupid mistakes. Key happened to be walking by Jinki’s studio and saw him on the ground.
He knocked three times before opening the door. “Jinki?” Jinki’s eyes were still gazing at the stone before they snapped over to him in the doorway. “Oh. Hi Key. What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
“I was going to go visit Taemin but I saw you on the ground and... Jinki. This is amazing.” Key peered into his senior thesis, marveling at everything he saw at the different angles he turned his head. “How... I don’t even understand this.”
Jinki stood up and sniffed. “It’s just a different way of seeing things.” Key nodded before a strong smell reached his nose. He turned and saw a pile of canvases on the floor. “Umm... you keep things pretty messy here huh?” Jinki looked in the direction of his gaze and laughed nervously, running a dirty hand through his hair.
“Just something I’ve been trying that’s been absolutely infuriating me.”
“You? Angry? It’s possible?” Jinki laughed and sighed again. “I am not almighty. There are even some things I can’t do.”
--
Jinki had a long talk with his advisor about his graduation. He finally managed to convince her to let him graduate late in the summer. Now he could relax a little bit and spend some time with people he loved.
“HEY JINKI!” Or people he was supposed to love. Jonghyun’s guitar case dropped on the table unceremoniously in front of Jinki and on top of his book. “Thanks Jonghyun. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a guitar dropped on my hands.”
“Ouch, my bad.” He lifted the instrument up and leaned it against the chair next to him, scooting his chair up. “Welcome back to the land of the living. Gave up already?”
“I extended my deadline,” Jinki said looking back at his book. Jonghyun leaned over and glanced at the title. “Color theory? Since when do you use color? And what, you’re graduating late or something?”
“In the summer.” Jinki flipped the page and sighed, letting his head fall onto the table. “Who’s bright idea was it to come up with color painting?” He groaned and lifted his head up, taking in a deep breath. Jonghyun rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his apple.
“Why the sudden interest then?” Jinki stared at the pages before turning to Jonghyun. “Because none of the other things feel right. I feel like I’m missing something, and it’s driving me insane. This is the only thing I haven’t tried yet and... I already want to punch something.” Jinki closed his books and sighed.
“Well, look who’s out in public!” Key walked by with Taemin on his arm. He guided him to the seat next to Jinki who smiled and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. Taemin laughed. “It’s been ages since I last enjoyed your presence.” Jinki felt bad about not being able to spend time with him, but at least Taemin understood why.
“Well the good news is that I’ll be able to spend more time with you.” Jinki stuffed the books into his backpack, earning a curious glance from Key. “I thought you didn’t like working with colors,” Key said with a smile. It was well known around the campus the time Jinki put his fist through a canvas because he couldn’t get the colors right.
Taemin turned his head over to Jinki. “I thought you said you couldn’t get them right?” Jinki sighed again and twiddled his thumbs on the table. “I don’t, and I can’t. I just thought I’d try again, and maybe I’d get it right this time.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to have sex with something Jinki.”
“Would you just shut up Jonghyun? I swear, sometimes the stuff that comes out of your mouth is just stupid.” Jonghyun just shrugged as he brushed off Jinki’s snippy comment. Jinki always got like that whenever the discussion of his lack of painting skills was brought up.
Taemin, however, didn’t know that and frowned. “That was kind of harsh wasn’t it? He’s your best friend.” Jinki sighed again and ran both hands through his hair. “I just... I’m just... I gotta go. I have some other stuff I need to work on.” Taemin tried to protest but he felt Key squeezing his arm and fell silent.
He heard Jinki’s heavy footsteps fade into the rest of the noise as his face fell. “It’s nothing you said Taemin. He just gets touchy when it comes to color painting.”
“Why though,” Taemin asked. “I’m sure it looks amazing, just like the rest of his works.”
“I wouldn’t know. He’s never let anyone see him paint before.”
--
Jinki was taking a nap underneath the shade of a tree when he felt someone lay on top of him. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Taemin with his hands on his chest, fingers laced, chin resting on top. He lifted his head up slightly and saw Jonghyun’s retreating back. Of course he would know where Jinki would be hiding.
“Hi Jinki.”
“Hi Taemin.” The silence between them was a little bit awkward until Jinki sighed again and wrapped his arms around Taemin’s waist, fingers laced against the small of his back.
“I’m sorry if I said something that offended you earlier.” Jinki remained silent. “I shouldn’t have snapped at him,” he said finally after a minute of silence.
“It’s okay, I said that without really understanding why you were so touchy. I just thought you were being a jerk... which thinking about it now, doesn’t really make much sense.” Jinki chuckled as Taemin smiled sheepishly.
“It’s understandable. I just get so frustrated when it comes to color. I just don’t understand why.” Taemin pursed his lips and thought. “Are you painting?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you try something else? Like colored pencils or markers or something?” Something clicked inside his head. “Oh my god. Change the medium. Why didn’t I think of this- Oh my god, I’m so stupid.” He sat up abruptly, accidently bumping into Taemin’s head. “Ah! I’m so sorry.” He rubbed the spot on Taemin’s head, looking off into the distance.
Taemin held his head and whined. “Oh, don’t be such a whiner. For being an amazing muse, how about I take you out on a super wonderful date tomorrow night?”
--
Jinki sat in his studio again surrounded by everything from colored pencils to gel pens to pastels. His fingers were stained with different mediums, crawling up his arm and blending together into a mess of colors. He absentmindedly wiped his face, causing a streak of color to appear on his cheek.
His sketch book as propped open in front of him to a particular drawing. He tried again and again with everything he could get his hands on to see what fit. After hours and hours of trying, he triumphantly stood up and laughed. Jinki glanced over to the clock. Two in the morning. He had class early tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He found his color medium, and he had until the end of the summer to make it perfect.
--
“What’re you making?” Taemin was sitting on the balcony of the apartment with Jinki. The rain made them stay inside for their date that day, so Jinki decided to bring something by to make for Taemin. “Just a little something.”
The ran fell in a symphony of drops. Taemin smiled as he could hear the story the rain was trying to tell that day. The rain mixed with the sounds of sanding, shaving, and gentle tapping as Jinki continued to work on his gift. He insisted on working outside so it was easier to clean.
Finally, something small and wooden was pressed into Taemin’s hands. Taemin laughed and felt around it. It was a heart. There was a small hole with a rope threaded through it. He felt the raised bumps on the surface and recognized them to be braille letters.
“Jinki... roves Taemin? I think you meant loves.” He couldn’t help but laugh loudly as Jinki snatched the heart from his hands. “Oh god... seriously? I looked this up right before I got here. Come on!” Jinki hung his head in shame until Taemin stopped laughing, wiping tears from his eyes.
“There’s an extra dot on the letter ‘L’ that turned into into the letter ‘R’. Just get rid of it and you’ll be fine.” Jinki pursed his lips and took out his tools again to fix it. Taemin grinned and chuckled as he heard Jinki fixing it.
“By the way Jinki, I rove you too.”
“Oh god, Taemin. Don’t do this to me.” Taemin laughed again as Jinki whined. “Stop laughing!” He tackled the other boy gently and buried his face in his lap. Taemin smiled and stroked his hair. “I dunno about that. I thought it was cute.” He laughed again as Jinki sighed, pressing the small wooden heart back into his hand.
“Despite that, I think it’s really cute. Thanks.” He leaned over and kissed the top of Jinki’s head. They didn’t say anything for a while until Taemin fidgeted. “I think the back of my shirt is getting wet from the rain.” Jinki sat up and looked behind Taemin.
“Indeed it is. Let’s get you inside and changed. Or you can just leave it off.” Taemin heard the suggestion in Jinki’s voice and laughed, letting Jinki pull him inside. Once inside, Jinki made swift work in pulling off Taemin’s shirt and kissing him over to the couch. Taemin smirked into the kiss.
“Oh Jinki... I rove you so much.” Jinki stopped kissing him and burst into laughter, falling on top of him, body shaking from all the laughing. “You... you totally know how to ruin the mood.” Jinki kept laughing, burying his face into the crook of Taemin’s neck. Taemin’s laughter joined his, and soon the two of them were in tears.
“Oh god...” Jinki poked at his face, trying to get some feeling back into his cheeks. “I’ll go get you another shirt. Did you want to watch a movie or something?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I can work on my knitting.”
“Knitting? It’s almost the summer.”
“Whatever! You’ll thank me come winter.”
--
Key came home to see them on the couch, Jinki watching a movie, Taemin laying in his lap working on his knitting. “Taemin, it’s almost summer. Why are you working on your knitting?” Taemin rolled his eyes. “You’ll thank me come fall and winter!” Jinki looked back over his shoulder at Key.
“How was rehearsal?”
“It was fine, didn’t expect to come out to rain though... wait. What’s this?” Key hurried over to a small pile of cloth on the floor. “Is this Taemin’s shirt?”
“Hmm?” Jinki looked back at him again. Key was holding Taemin’s shirt between two fingers and looking at it in horror. “Yes. That’s his shirt.”
“Why is it wet?”
“We were out on the balcony.”
“You were on the balcony. Doing what?” Jinki and Taemin just burst into laughter again. Key’s face paled. “You are disgusting! Outside?! WHERE PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU?!”
“Key! We didn’t do that! Sheesh! Jinki was carving me something.”
“Are you wearing a shirt Taemin? I swear to god if you’re not wearing a shirt, I’m going to hang him from the balcony.” Taemin sat up and picked at his t-shirt. “Jeeze Key. Acting like I only own ONE shirt. Which is impossible, living with you.” Taemin laid back down, leaving Key to breathe a sigh of relief.
“It’s not like we didn’t try to inside though. Your brother is pretty good at ruining the mood.” Jinki laughed again as Key sank into a chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you just... keep these things to yourself? I mean really. Just. I don’t need to know. I don’t, need. To know.”
--
As graduation grew closer, every one came increasingly busy. Except for Jinki. He still worked at a leisurely pace on his senior thesis, doing a much better job the first time around now that he wasn’t so rushed. He was a little bit sad that he wouldn’t get to graduate with his friends, and Jonghyun wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.
“I can’t believe I get to graduate before you do. Never in a million years did I think I was going to graduate before you.”
“Never in a million years did I think you were going to graduate at all.” That remark earned Jinki a punch from Jonghyun. Jinki laughed and pointed his chisel at him.
“Hey. I have sharp, dangerous, pointy tools in my hands. Try that again, and we’ll see who’s graduating and who isn’t.”
“It’ll still be you.”
“No. It’ll be neither of us. You’ll be dead, and I’ll be in jail.”
--
Jinki sat in the back of the auditorium with the rest of the student body that cared to come that day for the music department’s performances. Key sat next to him, clapping politely and smilng when he saw Jonghyun lead Taemin up on stage to play his piece while he sang. He could’ve done both on his own, but this was his way of exposing Taemin’s talents to the professors.
Jinki always got lost in his thoughts when Taemin played the piano.
The performance was over before he knew it, and the crowd was on their feet, clapping and cheering. They both bowed on stage as Jinki grinned. Damn Jonghyun for graduating before him.
--
The four of them and Minho went out to celebrate at the usual restaurant. “So looks like the next thing we’ll be attending is Jinki’s graduation in the summer. Your thesis better something super amazing. I’ve already heard people talking about it. Did you name it yet?” Jinki took a sip of his drink and looked up thoughtfully.
“Yeah. Different Points of View.”
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