Youth Is Wasted On The Young
rating: pg
genre: au, highschool
pairing: jonghyun/onew
length: drabble
word count: ~800wc
summary: in which jonghyun and jinki have a teenage conversation on a rooftop
Youth Is Wasted On The Young
A story by Yoonis
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
Jonghyun pushed his lips out and directed them at Jinki’s nail biting. “It’s gross.”
“Fuck you.” Jinki stopped anyway. His ring finger was moist at the tip, nail slightly longer and flimsier from when he was nipping at it.
“Fuck you,” Jonghyun replied.
They weren’t the most eloquent of friends. Maybe that was why they hung out a lot. They didn’t have much to say to each other nor did they count on each other. They were young and they understood how that worked by not understanding anything and being okay with the limitations of it.
Jinki rubbed his hands together. It made the same sound two pieces of sandpaper made when they were rubbed together. Jinki cringed.
Jonghyun watched as Jinki looked at both of his palms with dismay. “Dude,” Jonghyun began, whipping his head to the side to keep the tips of his fringe from touching his eyelids, “you have my dad’s hands.”
“You mean old?”
“Rough. Dry. Probably from jerking off all the time.”
“I got high with your dad last night.”
“Fuck off, no you didn’t.”
“Except I did.”
From this high up, there wasn’t much else to deal with apart from the night air. The point of view from Jonghyun’s apartment was the same as God’s, Jinki thought. Being here made it easier to imagine that he didn’t exist. The traffic of the main road was a distant noise, cars cut down to size in comparison to their bright lights, red and yellow. Time wasn’t stopping for the people below Jonghyun and Jinki. From this height, Jinki could imagine stomping on their tiny heads with his feet. His shoe was gargantuan-a fucking evil giant shoe created to clean the earth of weak human earthlings. He kicked his foot back and forth in the air, ankles hitting the brick ledge they occupied.
“My dad doesn’t get high.”
Jinki shrugged. “He gets high with me. I think he likes me.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. You guys get along with everything. Since we went out golfing and I introduced you two, he would not shut up about you.”
“No, man. I think he really likes me.”
Jonghyun took a long sip of his beer. When he swallowed, a little bit of liquid filmed his lips. It reminded Jinki of Luna’s lips right after re-applying her lipgloss when she’d finished blowing him. “You mean, more than me; his own son?”
“I mean, more than your mom; his own wife.”
“That’s not,” Jonghyun scoffed, “that’s not fucking funny.”
“I’m not kidding.” Jinki took the bottle from Jonghyun and took a swig as well. “He sat really close to me and told me he liked my hair.”
“So?” Jonghyun’s tone changed. It was a bit more defensive.
“He asked me what product I used and shoved his hands in my hair. Like that would help him figure it out.”
“My dad’s not fucking gay.”
“Okay, chill the fuck out. I wasn’t saying that he was gay.”
Jonghyun’s voice raised a notch, “you’re saying that he came on to you.”
“Doesn’t make him gay. Maybe I’m just really attractive.”
“Are you gay?”
Jinki shrugged and took another sip from Jonghyun’s bottle. It tasted gross now-- warm and stale. “I don’t know.”
Jonghyun cringed as he took the bottle back. “Do you like my dad?”
Jinki half-coughed, half-laughed. He shook his head.
“So he’s not good enough for you?” Jonghyun was smiling again, back to his regular self.
“If we get caught fucking, you’ll have no dad,” Jinki said. “You should be thanking me.”
“Fuuuuuuuck, gross.” Jonghyun shoved Jinki much harder than he intended.
Just as Jinki was about to lose his balance, Jonghyun replaced the beer bottle in his hands with friend’s arm. Sure, he didn’t think it would be a big difference whether Jinki was with him right now or not, but he’d rather not have Jinki’s blood on his hands. Even if it was on accident.
The pair scampered out of sight even before they hear it break. They pressed their backs against the cement, the cold transferring from the concrete, past their clothes and on their skin.
Jonghyun went on his knees then balanced his weight on both feet, crouching to peek at the ground below. He settled back next to Jinki, relieved. “I don’t think we killed anyone.”
Jinki watched Jonghyun’s Adam’s apple bob while he gulped air. His lips went from moist and shiny to dry and cracked in seconds.
“We should get back inside.”
“Do you think your parents are back?”
“Afraid you’ll run into your lover?”
“It’ll get really awkward.”
Jonghyun pulled a face. Part of Jinki thought that maybe it was because he wasn’t fully convinced yet. Either that of Jonghyun just moved on that quickly-his emotions developing and changing as rapid as the way his body reacted to certain scenarios.
Jinki followed Jonghyun back to his apartment, biting his nails the whole time.
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genre: au, highschool
pairing: jonghyun/onew
length: drabble
word count: ~800wc
summary: in which jonghyun and jinki have a teenage conversation on a rooftop
Youth Is Wasted On The Young
A story by Yoonis
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
Jonghyun pushed his lips out and directed them at Jinki’s nail biting. “It’s gross.”
“Fuck you.” Jinki stopped anyway. His ring finger was moist at the tip, nail slightly longer and flimsier from when he was nipping at it.
“Fuck you,” Jonghyun replied.
They weren’t the most eloquent of friends. Maybe that was why they hung out a lot. They didn’t have much to say to each other nor did they count on each other. They were young and they understood how that worked by not understanding anything and being okay with the limitations of it.
Jinki rubbed his hands together. It made the same sound two pieces of sandpaper made when they were rubbed together. Jinki cringed.
Jonghyun watched as Jinki looked at both of his palms with dismay. “Dude,” Jonghyun began, whipping his head to the side to keep the tips of his fringe from touching his eyelids, “you have my dad’s hands.”
“You mean old?”
“Rough. Dry. Probably from jerking off all the time.”
“I got high with your dad last night.”
“Fuck off, no you didn’t.”
“Except I did.”
From this high up, there wasn’t much else to deal with apart from the night air. The point of view from Jonghyun’s apartment was the same as God’s, Jinki thought. Being here made it easier to imagine that he didn’t exist. The traffic of the main road was a distant noise, cars cut down to size in comparison to their bright lights, red and yellow. Time wasn’t stopping for the people below Jonghyun and Jinki. From this height, Jinki could imagine stomping on their tiny heads with his feet. His shoe was gargantuan-a fucking evil giant shoe created to clean the earth of weak human earthlings. He kicked his foot back and forth in the air, ankles hitting the brick ledge they occupied.
“My dad doesn’t get high.”
Jinki shrugged. “He gets high with me. I think he likes me.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. You guys get along with everything. Since we went out golfing and I introduced you two, he would not shut up about you.”
“No, man. I think he really likes me.”
Jonghyun took a long sip of his beer. When he swallowed, a little bit of liquid filmed his lips. It reminded Jinki of Luna’s lips right after re-applying her lipgloss when she’d finished blowing him. “You mean, more than me; his own son?”
“I mean, more than your mom; his own wife.”
“That’s not,” Jonghyun scoffed, “that’s not fucking funny.”
“I’m not kidding.” Jinki took the bottle from Jonghyun and took a swig as well. “He sat really close to me and told me he liked my hair.”
“So?” Jonghyun’s tone changed. It was a bit more defensive.
“He asked me what product I used and shoved his hands in my hair. Like that would help him figure it out.”
“My dad’s not fucking gay.”
“Okay, chill the fuck out. I wasn’t saying that he was gay.”
Jonghyun’s voice raised a notch, “you’re saying that he came on to you.”
“Doesn’t make him gay. Maybe I’m just really attractive.”
“Are you gay?”
Jinki shrugged and took another sip from Jonghyun’s bottle. It tasted gross now-- warm and stale. “I don’t know.”
Jonghyun cringed as he took the bottle back. “Do you like my dad?”
Jinki half-coughed, half-laughed. He shook his head.
“So he’s not good enough for you?” Jonghyun was smiling again, back to his regular self.
“If we get caught fucking, you’ll have no dad,” Jinki said. “You should be thanking me.”
“Fuuuuuuuck, gross.” Jonghyun shoved Jinki much harder than he intended.
Just as Jinki was about to lose his balance, Jonghyun replaced the beer bottle in his hands with friend’s arm. Sure, he didn’t think it would be a big difference whether Jinki was with him right now or not, but he’d rather not have Jinki’s blood on his hands. Even if it was on accident.
The pair scampered out of sight even before they hear it break. They pressed their backs against the cement, the cold transferring from the concrete, past their clothes and on their skin.
Jonghyun went on his knees then balanced his weight on both feet, crouching to peek at the ground below. He settled back next to Jinki, relieved. “I don’t think we killed anyone.”
Jinki watched Jonghyun’s Adam’s apple bob while he gulped air. His lips went from moist and shiny to dry and cracked in seconds.
“We should get back inside.”
“Do you think your parents are back?”
“Afraid you’ll run into your lover?”
“It’ll get really awkward.”
Jonghyun pulled a face. Part of Jinki thought that maybe it was because he wasn’t fully convinced yet. Either that of Jonghyun just moved on that quickly-his emotions developing and changing as rapid as the way his body reacted to certain scenarios.
Jinki followed Jonghyun back to his apartment, biting his nails the whole time.
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