thirty days ; 2
trax/shinee ; you're not admitting, you should be quitting
jungmo/taemin ; pg ; 328 words
this is only an infatuation, this is only an infatuation, this is only -
inspired by this and this.
» 30 days » day two » denial.
he doesn’t like taemin. not at all. it’s just that one minute they’re playfully pushing and pulling each other, and then they’re suddenly hugging and he’s sniffing the younger boy’s hair (but only because it’s right under his nose, not because he wants to remember what taemin smells like - strawberries).
jungmo wisely ignores the glares coming from his right side (it’s not like minho owns the boy) and he smiles as taemin tells him a lame joke. he feels fingers winding around his wrists and he’s pulled closer, until a head is resting on his chest.
his heart doesn’t beat faster. not at all.
he watches a blush creep on taemin’s face as two girl group members walk past them. rather than jealousy rushing through him (because he doesn’t have a need to feel jealous), he feels amused. he softly kicks taemin’s butt, winking at him and subtly motioning to the girls. the boy blushes even more and slaps his hands away, moving away in embarrassment.
later that day, jungmo whispers in taemin’s ear.
“so you have a little crush on one of those girls, huh?”
“hyung…”
like other men love it when girls call them oppa, jungmo loves it when taemin calls him hyung. stretching the word out, making it sound like hyuuung. it’s not whiny, or demanding, or annoyingly cute - no, it’s sweet and when taemin is just a little tired, it sounds husky and now the thoughts running through jungmo’s head are far from cute.
“it’s alright, you can tell me. you’re young, it’s only normal for you to have a crush on -”
“i don’t have a crush on them. no really, hyung!”
jungmo’s heart flutters a little. he doesn’t hear the rest of taemin’s words, he just pulls the boy closer and chuckles. when taemin’s lips graze his neck, goose bumps erupt all over his body and his heart starts hammering really fast.
no. he doesn’t like taemin. not at all.
jungmo/taemin ; pg ; 328 words
this is only an infatuation, this is only an infatuation, this is only -
inspired by this and this.
» 30 days » day two » denial.
he doesn’t like taemin. not at all. it’s just that one minute they’re playfully pushing and pulling each other, and then they’re suddenly hugging and he’s sniffing the younger boy’s hair (but only because it’s right under his nose, not because he wants to remember what taemin smells like - strawberries).
jungmo wisely ignores the glares coming from his right side (it’s not like minho owns the boy) and he smiles as taemin tells him a lame joke. he feels fingers winding around his wrists and he’s pulled closer, until a head is resting on his chest.
his heart doesn’t beat faster. not at all.
he watches a blush creep on taemin’s face as two girl group members walk past them. rather than jealousy rushing through him (because he doesn’t have a need to feel jealous), he feels amused. he softly kicks taemin’s butt, winking at him and subtly motioning to the girls. the boy blushes even more and slaps his hands away, moving away in embarrassment.
later that day, jungmo whispers in taemin’s ear.
“so you have a little crush on one of those girls, huh?”
“hyung…”
like other men love it when girls call them oppa, jungmo loves it when taemin calls him hyung. stretching the word out, making it sound like hyuuung. it’s not whiny, or demanding, or annoyingly cute - no, it’s sweet and when taemin is just a little tired, it sounds husky and now the thoughts running through jungmo’s head are far from cute.
“it’s alright, you can tell me. you’re young, it’s only normal for you to have a crush on -”
“i don’t have a crush on them. no really, hyung!”
jungmo’s heart flutters a little. he doesn’t hear the rest of taemin’s words, he just pulls the boy closer and chuckles. when taemin’s lips graze his neck, goose bumps erupt all over his body and his heart starts hammering really fast.
no. he doesn’t like taemin. not at all.