Pre Med [Ontae] [PG] [1/1]
Title: Pre Med
Pairing: Ontae
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 623
Summary: A budding romance in a university library.
A/N: For phasera for the Replay4Japan auction! Thank you so much,d ear, and I hope you enjoy this!
Pre Med.
That's how Taemin refers to the man sitting across the cramped university library table from.
On the surface, Pre Med is your average uni student. Dyed chestnut locks hanging over his eyes from lack of funds for a trim, a studious demeanor set off by an easy goer's slouch. His glasses tip dangerously on the end of his nose, head dipped as he nods off while chemistry and advanced anatomy books are splayed across the table.
But Taemin sees more to Pre Med.
The early signs of laugh lines around his eyes, bold lips that don't seem at ease without a smile. A golden aura of bubbling energy, set forth to do good in the world but held back by a burdensome work load to get there.
Pre Med is perfect.
The few times they've actually spoken to each other has been hushed whispers, necks craned to reduce the space between them so the librarian wouldn't snap at them for disturbing the peace. Taemin always daydreams that Pre Med will ask what his name is, maybe for his phone number. But after his quick exchange about the fact Taemin is very much resting his leg against him - and, no, it's no trouble, but it really is starting to get sore - they bumped foreheads and Taemin resolved to get his head out of the clouds and into his calculus book.
Still, Taemin doesn't regret having Pre Med as a table mate, and he thinks Pre Med agrees with the soft smiles he shoots him whenever Taemin takes a seat across from him.
Taemin berates himself for not being man enough to just ask Pre Med what his name is, his number sign, favorite color - anything and everything, he wants to know it all about this guy.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Taemin sinks in his chair.
“Do you not get it?”
Taemin's eye snap up at the gentle prodding. “Excuse me?”
Pre Med makes a motion towards his calculus book. “Do you not get it? I can help you, if you want.”
Are his ears fooling him? Taemin blinks. “Oh, okay.”
Pre Med shuffles around the table to take the seat beside him, examines the lesson he's on. “This is really simple, all you do is … “
Taemin doesn't listen - it is a simple lesson - takes in all the new pieces of Pre Med the change of seating has brought. He smells faintly of expensive cologne - maybe his lack of hair cut is a choice? - and his eyes sparkle with an underlying charm not visible from any distance but close up.
“Are you following?”
“What?” Taemin asks intelligently.
Pre Med quirks one corner of his mouth up, smiles at him with a questioning gaze. “Have you been listening?”
Taemin looks down at the book. “Oh, sorry. I was just wondering … “
“Yes?”
“What's your name?”
Pre Med lets out a laugh through his nose. “Is that what's distracting you?” He smiles warmly. “I'm Lee Jinki, you?”
“Lee Taemin … “
“It doesn't seem like your mind is at ease still?”
Pre Med - Jinki - is perceptive too …
“Want to go to the cafe to help me? I really don't get this, it would be better if we could talk easier.” Oh God, he did it. Taemin's stomach clenches.
Jinki nods. “That would be great, let me get my books together.”
Oh. Maybe asking for his number won't be so hard after all ...