[PROMPT #7] a dash of glitter
Title: a dash of glitter
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: N/A
Summary: kindergarten AU, where jackson is obsessed with jinyoung's ears
Notes: to the prompter: i know you wanted a more PG-13 version so i apologize beforehand, but i hope it still makes you smile! also, jaebum is in the same grade as 94-line, sorry kiddo.
Little Jackson Wang could never pay attention to Miss. Choi during storytime.
It wasn’t that her stories weren't fun (her infinite character voices and homemade props never led to a dull moment with her kindergarten class). It wasn’t that Jackson got uncomfortable sitting cross-legged on the floor (even though he would've preferred a second round of outdoor recess, but his formally-written complaints on construction paper and crayon were always only received with rainbow stickers for good effort). And it wasn’t because lunchtime comes right after (Jackson was a growing boy but his rumbly tummy could wait).
No, there were exactly two reasons for Jackson's distraction. And those two reasons were a pair of the most beautiful ears attached to the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his life:
Park Jinyoung.
✹✹✹
Today, Miss. Choi continued with the heroic shoemaker series, which had become an instant hit.
"Okay, class, let's get seated on our color mats! Jaebum, honey, you can sleep during naptime."
Jackson waited for the others to sit first, and then strategically positioned his mat behind and slightly to the right of the Pair of Ears.
Jackson wasn’t the only one with a planned seat relative to Jinyoung. The kid who sat next to Jinyoung was another pretty doe-eyed boy by the name of Wonpil, and the two were always stuck together like glue. Wonpil whispered something to Jinyoung and coiled his arms around him. He then threw a curious glance behind him.
Jackson stared blankly ahead. He wasn’t here to fight for the Best Friend position. And he most certainly wasn’t jealous of Wonpil and the secrets he was allowed to tell those Ears.
Miss. Choi sat on a small stool at the front of the room. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and tapped her chin, "Hmm, now where did we leave off yesterday?" As she began her story, Jinyoung turned around from Wonpil and perked up immediately. He sat up straighter and leaned in with full and undivided attention. Reflexively, Jackson also leaned in, zoning out the tales of the shoemaker entirely.
The Pair of Ears were truly a marvel of nature. They were bigger and curvier and floppier than the average pair of ears. They stuck out a bit more from the sides of the head, making them almost impossible to miss from most angles. If he got close enough to them, he swore he smelled peaches. From the back view, the sunlight from the window passing through them made them look rather pink. But what Jackson loved the most is how they wiggled in the cutest possible way when the boy laughed.
Like right now, for example.
Jackson sighed. There was something so fascinating about those ears that he almost couldn’t keep still. He tried to imagine himself being that beautifully endowed but failed. And so he sat with his hands obediently clenched on his lap, balling them up into tiny fists and sighing again.
(Jackson almost catches an imperceptible nod as the person in front of him smiled).
✹✹✹
The Lunar New Year was coming up the following week and that meant Miss Choi’s class had become a bustling arts and crafts bazaar. Red ribbons and gold glitter speckled the room. The day’s assignment was for each student to create costumes to wear with pride for the school parade.
Jackson slouched in his seat. He looked down at his sad excuse of rooster wings sloppily cut out and puffed his cheeks, frustrated. His scissor-work wasn’t exactly his greatest achievement.
“Why do I hafta be the rooster,” Jackson moped at a dozing Jaebum sharing his table. “Should’a been someone better looking.” He kept throwing puppy eyes at the boy quietly gluing feathers on the far side of the room, commanding his thoughts to fly over there.
When Jackson looked over again this time, Wonpil was staring right at him. Jackson straightened up immediately, defiant. Jackson's eyes narrowed as the boy stood up with a contraption and walked over to him.
“Here ya go,” Wonpil lifted up two armfuls of feathered construction paper. “Jinyoung made these for you.”
Jackson froze at the name, and then went wide-eyed as he registered what he just heard. "He,” he pointed at Jinyoung, who was busy cleaning his desk, “is giving these to," he then pointed to himself, "me?"
Wonpil smiled in that kind but frustrating way, as if he was holding all of the world's secrets and felt sorry for Jackson for not knowing. "Well, if you don't want it then suit yourself-"
"I'll take ‘em," Jackson declared, holding out his hands.
"Nuh uh, not like that," Wonpil clicked his tongue, "Turn around. I'm gonna put them on for you."
Jackson got suspicious again. He looked over Wonpil's shoulder and almost fell over backwards when he was met with Jinyoung's attentive stare in their direction.
"Oh... okay, then."
He took one more quick peek at Jinyoung, who was standing up now. Jackson turned around, letting Wonpil maneuver the wing straps through his arms and move them up until they sat at his shoulders and elbows. "Done."
Jackson tested out the feathery contraption by lifting up his arms. The wings unfurled as the red and yellow feathers stretched across the expanse of his back and down his arms. He turned back around to Wonpil.
"How does it look?"
Wonpil folded his arms. "Spin for me."
Jackson slowly spun around twice. The second time he spun back, an armed Wonpil bopped Jackson’s nose with a touch of gold glitter.
"Now it's perfect!"
"Hey-", Jackson's retort was cut short and Wonpil’s laughter faded into the background when Jackson noticed that Jinyoung had walked up to them.
“See, Wonpil? Those wings look perfect on him!” Jinyoung’s eyes sparked as he took a closer look at Jackson. All of a sudden, Jackson felt awfully shy.
Jinyoung continued seriously, not breaking eye contact with Jackson. “Miss Choi was right! You make the best class rooster, Jackson.”
“Me? Nah, s’no big deal,” Jackson twirled around once more, his chin held high and his arms pointedly on his hips to show off his wings.
Jinyoung laughed that beautiful laugh of his, making his ears dance. Jackson strutted around the desk, making Jaebum grunt in his sleep and Jinyoung laugh even harder. And that was all Jackson needed to gain the confidence to confess.
“I like your ears,” Jackson blurted out before he could change his mind.
“I know,” Jinyoung nodded, laughing quieter this time. His ears turned a shade of red and he pulled at one, making it even redder.
Jackson gaped. “How?”
“You were very obvious,” Wonpil said matter-of-factly.
Jackson made a face at Wonpil, and then looked down sadly. Jackson thought he was being clever and sneaky with his distant gazes but he guessed he wasn’t so clever, after all. And now a beautiful boy (and his evil best friend) probably thought he was a total weirdo.
Jinyoung patted Jackson’s shoulder. As if he could read his mind, Jinyoung said quietly, “You know what? I have a secret, too.”
Jackson looked up, surprised.
“I think your back is beautiful,” Jinyoung gushed as his words tumbled out. “It looks very big and huggable. Wonpil and I were talking and stuff, right, Wonpil?” Wonpil nodded. “Yeah! And he said this, he said, can our arms even go around your whole back? But I thought it would, because you’re squishy, too,” Jinyoung giggled. “Like a giant teddy bear.”
Jackson couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The most beautiful of boys, calling him beautiful? He was about to challenge this claim but the fierce sincerity in the other boy's face made him forget about everything.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Jackson held out his arms, “The hugging machine, at your service!”
Jinyoung grinned and stepped forward, scooping down a bit and nearly picking up the other boy. He crushed his face into Jackson's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, locking his arms across his back.
“See?” Jinyoung mumbled into Jackson’s shoulder, “a great big fluffy teddy bear!”
Jackson knew he smelled peaches.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: N/A
Summary: kindergarten AU, where jackson is obsessed with jinyoung's ears
Notes: to the prompter: i know you wanted a more PG-13 version so i apologize beforehand, but i hope it still makes you smile! also, jaebum is in the same grade as 94-line, sorry kiddo.
Little Jackson Wang could never pay attention to Miss. Choi during storytime.
It wasn’t that her stories weren't fun (her infinite character voices and homemade props never led to a dull moment with her kindergarten class). It wasn’t that Jackson got uncomfortable sitting cross-legged on the floor (even though he would've preferred a second round of outdoor recess, but his formally-written complaints on construction paper and crayon were always only received with rainbow stickers for good effort). And it wasn’t because lunchtime comes right after (Jackson was a growing boy but his rumbly tummy could wait).
No, there were exactly two reasons for Jackson's distraction. And those two reasons were a pair of the most beautiful ears attached to the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his life:
Park Jinyoung.
✹✹✹
Today, Miss. Choi continued with the heroic shoemaker series, which had become an instant hit.
"Okay, class, let's get seated on our color mats! Jaebum, honey, you can sleep during naptime."
Jackson waited for the others to sit first, and then strategically positioned his mat behind and slightly to the right of the Pair of Ears.
Jackson wasn’t the only one with a planned seat relative to Jinyoung. The kid who sat next to Jinyoung was another pretty doe-eyed boy by the name of Wonpil, and the two were always stuck together like glue. Wonpil whispered something to Jinyoung and coiled his arms around him. He then threw a curious glance behind him.
Jackson stared blankly ahead. He wasn’t here to fight for the Best Friend position. And he most certainly wasn’t jealous of Wonpil and the secrets he was allowed to tell those Ears.
Miss. Choi sat on a small stool at the front of the room. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and tapped her chin, "Hmm, now where did we leave off yesterday?" As she began her story, Jinyoung turned around from Wonpil and perked up immediately. He sat up straighter and leaned in with full and undivided attention. Reflexively, Jackson also leaned in, zoning out the tales of the shoemaker entirely.
The Pair of Ears were truly a marvel of nature. They were bigger and curvier and floppier than the average pair of ears. They stuck out a bit more from the sides of the head, making them almost impossible to miss from most angles. If he got close enough to them, he swore he smelled peaches. From the back view, the sunlight from the window passing through them made them look rather pink. But what Jackson loved the most is how they wiggled in the cutest possible way when the boy laughed.
Like right now, for example.
Jackson sighed. There was something so fascinating about those ears that he almost couldn’t keep still. He tried to imagine himself being that beautifully endowed but failed. And so he sat with his hands obediently clenched on his lap, balling them up into tiny fists and sighing again.
(Jackson almost catches an imperceptible nod as the person in front of him smiled).
✹✹✹
The Lunar New Year was coming up the following week and that meant Miss Choi’s class had become a bustling arts and crafts bazaar. Red ribbons and gold glitter speckled the room. The day’s assignment was for each student to create costumes to wear with pride for the school parade.
Jackson slouched in his seat. He looked down at his sad excuse of rooster wings sloppily cut out and puffed his cheeks, frustrated. His scissor-work wasn’t exactly his greatest achievement.
“Why do I hafta be the rooster,” Jackson moped at a dozing Jaebum sharing his table. “Should’a been someone better looking.” He kept throwing puppy eyes at the boy quietly gluing feathers on the far side of the room, commanding his thoughts to fly over there.
When Jackson looked over again this time, Wonpil was staring right at him. Jackson straightened up immediately, defiant. Jackson's eyes narrowed as the boy stood up with a contraption and walked over to him.
“Here ya go,” Wonpil lifted up two armfuls of feathered construction paper. “Jinyoung made these for you.”
Jackson froze at the name, and then went wide-eyed as he registered what he just heard. "He,” he pointed at Jinyoung, who was busy cleaning his desk, “is giving these to," he then pointed to himself, "me?"
Wonpil smiled in that kind but frustrating way, as if he was holding all of the world's secrets and felt sorry for Jackson for not knowing. "Well, if you don't want it then suit yourself-"
"I'll take ‘em," Jackson declared, holding out his hands.
"Nuh uh, not like that," Wonpil clicked his tongue, "Turn around. I'm gonna put them on for you."
Jackson got suspicious again. He looked over Wonpil's shoulder and almost fell over backwards when he was met with Jinyoung's attentive stare in their direction.
"Oh... okay, then."
He took one more quick peek at Jinyoung, who was standing up now. Jackson turned around, letting Wonpil maneuver the wing straps through his arms and move them up until they sat at his shoulders and elbows. "Done."
Jackson tested out the feathery contraption by lifting up his arms. The wings unfurled as the red and yellow feathers stretched across the expanse of his back and down his arms. He turned back around to Wonpil.
"How does it look?"
Wonpil folded his arms. "Spin for me."
Jackson slowly spun around twice. The second time he spun back, an armed Wonpil bopped Jackson’s nose with a touch of gold glitter.
"Now it's perfect!"
"Hey-", Jackson's retort was cut short and Wonpil’s laughter faded into the background when Jackson noticed that Jinyoung had walked up to them.
“See, Wonpil? Those wings look perfect on him!” Jinyoung’s eyes sparked as he took a closer look at Jackson. All of a sudden, Jackson felt awfully shy.
Jinyoung continued seriously, not breaking eye contact with Jackson. “Miss Choi was right! You make the best class rooster, Jackson.”
“Me? Nah, s’no big deal,” Jackson twirled around once more, his chin held high and his arms pointedly on his hips to show off his wings.
Jinyoung laughed that beautiful laugh of his, making his ears dance. Jackson strutted around the desk, making Jaebum grunt in his sleep and Jinyoung laugh even harder. And that was all Jackson needed to gain the confidence to confess.
“I like your ears,” Jackson blurted out before he could change his mind.
“I know,” Jinyoung nodded, laughing quieter this time. His ears turned a shade of red and he pulled at one, making it even redder.
Jackson gaped. “How?”
“You were very obvious,” Wonpil said matter-of-factly.
Jackson made a face at Wonpil, and then looked down sadly. Jackson thought he was being clever and sneaky with his distant gazes but he guessed he wasn’t so clever, after all. And now a beautiful boy (and his evil best friend) probably thought he was a total weirdo.
Jinyoung patted Jackson’s shoulder. As if he could read his mind, Jinyoung said quietly, “You know what? I have a secret, too.”
Jackson looked up, surprised.
“I think your back is beautiful,” Jinyoung gushed as his words tumbled out. “It looks very big and huggable. Wonpil and I were talking and stuff, right, Wonpil?” Wonpil nodded. “Yeah! And he said this, he said, can our arms even go around your whole back? But I thought it would, because you’re squishy, too,” Jinyoung giggled. “Like a giant teddy bear.”
Jackson couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The most beautiful of boys, calling him beautiful? He was about to challenge this claim but the fierce sincerity in the other boy's face made him forget about everything.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Jackson held out his arms, “The hugging machine, at your service!”
Jinyoung grinned and stepped forward, scooping down a bit and nearly picking up the other boy. He crushed his face into Jackson's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, locking his arms across his back.
“See?” Jinyoung mumbled into Jackson’s shoulder, “a great big fluffy teddy bear!”
Jackson knew he smelled peaches.