{fic} i like you, you're cute; ontae
i like you, you’re cute.
ontae
pg
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Jinki has always been awkward. It was like second nature to him. Where there was Jinki, there were stutter interrupted words and fumbling fingers that always end with half-finished sentences and an awfully confused person who wanted nothing more then to turn and walk away. Jinki knew this, he knew this all too well. This is why he suspected that confessing his love to Taemin wouldn’t go even remotely as he had planned.
People caused Jinki to hyperventilate and Taemin being the object of his affection just made it that much worse. Knowing that he couldn’t just confess without some sort of plan, Jinki trained himself. He practiced in the mirror any moment he could with himself, practiced with a broom ( and received strange looks from his mother ), and even practiced with his best friend Kibum, who of course by the third attempt became annoyed and used his Almighty Pimp Slap of Doom.
By then, Jinki was pretty sure he was ready, well- as ready as Jinki could be. He walked slowly down the hallway as the last bell had rung, mumbling to himself and rubbing his clammy hands together nervously. He’d spent all of his last period in the bathroom preparing for the moment of either his rise or fall into the dark pits of social demise. Jinki hoped for the first one.
Deep in his thought, he didn’t notice he was walking directly into an unsuspecting figure, which ended in a collision. Jinki yelped as the other’s body crashed into his own, causing his already unbalanced self to hit the floor. A mess of papers and a tangle or limbs later, Jinki finally laid eyes on the boy he’d practically given a concussion to. Immediately, Jinki’s eyes widened and his mouth began to flap open like a dying fish.
Crap! It’s Taemin! Jinki thought to himself, feeling his confidence ( and color ) drain out of him like a sink full of water having it’s cork unplugged. Taemin sat up and rubbed his back, a small pout set on his lips.
“Are you okay, hyung?”, Taemin asked as he began to get to his feet, dusting off his uniform slacks.
Instead of replying like normal people would ( Jinki is far from normal ), Jinki just stared up at the boy with that fish expression again. Taemin looked at him expectantly, his brow furrowing in confusion as each second ( and flap ) went by.
“H-Hyung?” Taemin asked once more, becoming slightly worried. Jinki said the first thing that popped into his mind.
“I-I like you! A-A lot.”
Taemin was taken aback at first but his expression softened as he saw Jinki’s face scrunched up in concentration. Jinki peeked through his lids to see if Taemin had walked away yet but he saw him there, collecting his papers with a smile on his lips.
“Um. Yeah. S-So…”, Jinki cleared his throat feeling all sorts of awkward while Taemin regained upright position.
Wrapping his arms tightly around his things, Taemin leaned forward and pressed his soft lips to Jinki’s cheek. Flustered by what had happened, Jinki’s mouth began flapping open for the third time and heat rushed to his cheeks, leaving them a rosy pink. Taemin tilted his head slightly and smiled, biting his lower lip.
“I like you. You’re cute,” Taemin said and skipped to Jinki’s side, linking his arm with the older (still fish-faced) boy.
Jinki would have never thought being sociably-challenged was cute but hey, it worked out in the end.