yes [oneshot]
Title: yes
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 891
Summary: jinki, with the chestnut hair, waits every day in his school clothes for that one boy named taemin to join him up on the rooftop.
a/n: there was this huge outburst on twitter about taemin saying in an interview that he "kissed another member on the lips" and recently the two were on music street and talked about how they practiced together on the rooftop and...yeah.
i planned on writing this before green but the setting is oddly similar so...maybe it's a parallel? hahaha.
yes;
The usual place. Up on the rooftop where the sky is truthfully endless, verily so, Jinki sits with his hands folded over his lap and his head tipped back to stare up at the clouds slowly trudging by above him as if lingering to make sure he won't be alone while he waits for the other boy to come up.
Taemin's usually not this late, Jinki wonders to himself as he swings his legs back and forth in contemplation. The breeze nips at his bare ankles, keeping him grounded so as to not float away in sleep, and Jinki tilts his head left to right, left right left right like a metronome.
Jinki respects the boy, so young and so overflowing with energy and talent and motivation, that he almost feels obligated to wait in the chilling atmosphere a few stories high off the ground floor just to talk with him and practice together so he-they? he-can improve and reach the stars. Twinkling, sparkling, shining. Where Taemin belongs. Where everyone can see him.
Maybe, Jinki thinks, he's getting a bit too far ahead of himself. After all, they've only known each other for a couple of months or so. But Jinki can't hide the fact that he wants to lift Taemin up onto his shoulders and help him pluck away the stars in the sky to settle in the space himself. An obligation. Something Jinki just wants to do.
He sighs. The air is crisp and Jinki wonders just how well they can practice their singing between their sniffling and joking, but the door creaks open on its rusty hinges before Jinki can really complete his thought and Taemin's head pops out, already red, and the boy slips out.
Taemin bows awkwardly, still, and Jinki nods awkwardly, still. He watches the thinner boy sit next to him with his small back against the cold railing. They greet each other quietly, whispers above the bustling street below them, and then they sit.
It takes a few minutes for Jinki to turn around and stare at the boy while formulating a sentence he could say in his mind, but it's all blown away when Taemin looks up at him, eyes sparkling brighter than usual and smile wider than ever.
The usual reaction. Jinki stutters, scratches the back of his head where his hair prickles his fingers, and then looks down at the ground. He berates himself. Why, he thinks, can't he say anything? Why, he grieves, does he not have the courage to start the conversation with this beautiful boy bashfully grinning at him still?
Oh. Jinki licks his lips. Maybe it was kind of obvious after all.
But he's snapped out of his reverie quickly when, as usual, Taemin's soft fingers tap the older boy on the shoulder and his eyes inquiringly ask if everything's all right. Jinki awkwardly laughs and says, yes, everything's perfectly fine. Taemin stares at him for a bit longer, brows bunched up and cheeks puffed, before he links his fingers with Jinki's and squeezes tight.
Jinki jumps. Unusual he thinks when Taemin's thigh inches closer and closer until it's brushing lightly against Jinki's own, as Taemin tilts his head slightly to an odd angle and smiles a wavering smile.
No words are exchanged while Jinki simply stares into Taemin's eyes and sees the crackles and pops of starlight even under the bright bright sun. Maybe he's reading things the wrong way, maybe the starlight is a figment of his imagination, maybe. Maybe.
Or maybe not, as Taemin leans in close and kisses Jinki softly, chastely, a kiss and no words.
The kiss is better than any other kiss he's had with the cute girls of his school, sweeter than his favorite milk tea, so much more perfect than he could have ever imagined. When they pull away, Jinki is at a complete loss of words, of thought, and he carefully opens his eyes (when he closed them, he doesn't even know), meets Taemin's.
Surely enough, they don't practice much for the rest of the day.
Two months and thirteen days later, after the kiss that Jinki could would never let himself forget, Jinki finds himself not on the roof with Taemin rocking back and forth on his feet beside him, but in the practice room where three other boys are standing near them, one particularly close to Taemin with a goofy smile and wide eyes that only read mischief. It's a bit different, not only because it's a bit darker and more cramped, but because Taemin is almost shaking in what Jinki assumes to be unusual nervousness. He wants so badly to grip Taemin's hand and say everything's going to be okay, but he doesn't know what everything is, and he's definitely not sure if it's going to be all right.
So he holds his breath as the rest do until the man in front of them is finished talking, and then he lets it out slowly as if sighing loudly would blow everything away from his hands. He turns to Taemin with a goofy smile that's reflected in Taemin's shining eyes, and then they begin to laugh, their hands clasped together.
Yes, Jinki says to himself and to Taemin through his radiant smile, he knows what everything is, and everything will be just perfect.
.end
a/n: a yes i needed some fluff in my life~ haha i started this a while ago and completely forgot about it until tonight. i was in a good mood so i just finished it up. hope you enjoyed this rather short piece haha.
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 891
Summary: jinki, with the chestnut hair, waits every day in his school clothes for that one boy named taemin to join him up on the rooftop.
a/n: there was this huge outburst on twitter about taemin saying in an interview that he "kissed another member on the lips" and recently the two were on music street and talked about how they practiced together on the rooftop and...yeah.
i planned on writing this before green but the setting is oddly similar so...maybe it's a parallel? hahaha.
yes;
The usual place. Up on the rooftop where the sky is truthfully endless, verily so, Jinki sits with his hands folded over his lap and his head tipped back to stare up at the clouds slowly trudging by above him as if lingering to make sure he won't be alone while he waits for the other boy to come up.
Taemin's usually not this late, Jinki wonders to himself as he swings his legs back and forth in contemplation. The breeze nips at his bare ankles, keeping him grounded so as to not float away in sleep, and Jinki tilts his head left to right, left right left right like a metronome.
Jinki respects the boy, so young and so overflowing with energy and talent and motivation, that he almost feels obligated to wait in the chilling atmosphere a few stories high off the ground floor just to talk with him and practice together so he-they? he-can improve and reach the stars. Twinkling, sparkling, shining. Where Taemin belongs. Where everyone can see him.
Maybe, Jinki thinks, he's getting a bit too far ahead of himself. After all, they've only known each other for a couple of months or so. But Jinki can't hide the fact that he wants to lift Taemin up onto his shoulders and help him pluck away the stars in the sky to settle in the space himself. An obligation. Something Jinki just wants to do.
He sighs. The air is crisp and Jinki wonders just how well they can practice their singing between their sniffling and joking, but the door creaks open on its rusty hinges before Jinki can really complete his thought and Taemin's head pops out, already red, and the boy slips out.
Taemin bows awkwardly, still, and Jinki nods awkwardly, still. He watches the thinner boy sit next to him with his small back against the cold railing. They greet each other quietly, whispers above the bustling street below them, and then they sit.
It takes a few minutes for Jinki to turn around and stare at the boy while formulating a sentence he could say in his mind, but it's all blown away when Taemin looks up at him, eyes sparkling brighter than usual and smile wider than ever.
The usual reaction. Jinki stutters, scratches the back of his head where his hair prickles his fingers, and then looks down at the ground. He berates himself. Why, he thinks, can't he say anything? Why, he grieves, does he not have the courage to start the conversation with this beautiful boy bashfully grinning at him still?
Oh. Jinki licks his lips. Maybe it was kind of obvious after all.
But he's snapped out of his reverie quickly when, as usual, Taemin's soft fingers tap the older boy on the shoulder and his eyes inquiringly ask if everything's all right. Jinki awkwardly laughs and says, yes, everything's perfectly fine. Taemin stares at him for a bit longer, brows bunched up and cheeks puffed, before he links his fingers with Jinki's and squeezes tight.
Jinki jumps. Unusual he thinks when Taemin's thigh inches closer and closer until it's brushing lightly against Jinki's own, as Taemin tilts his head slightly to an odd angle and smiles a wavering smile.
No words are exchanged while Jinki simply stares into Taemin's eyes and sees the crackles and pops of starlight even under the bright bright sun. Maybe he's reading things the wrong way, maybe the starlight is a figment of his imagination, maybe. Maybe.
Or maybe not, as Taemin leans in close and kisses Jinki softly, chastely, a kiss and no words.
The kiss is better than any other kiss he's had with the cute girls of his school, sweeter than his favorite milk tea, so much more perfect than he could have ever imagined. When they pull away, Jinki is at a complete loss of words, of thought, and he carefully opens his eyes (when he closed them, he doesn't even know), meets Taemin's.
Surely enough, they don't practice much for the rest of the day.
Two months and thirteen days later, after the kiss that Jinki could would never let himself forget, Jinki finds himself not on the roof with Taemin rocking back and forth on his feet beside him, but in the practice room where three other boys are standing near them, one particularly close to Taemin with a goofy smile and wide eyes that only read mischief. It's a bit different, not only because it's a bit darker and more cramped, but because Taemin is almost shaking in what Jinki assumes to be unusual nervousness. He wants so badly to grip Taemin's hand and say everything's going to be okay, but he doesn't know what everything is, and he's definitely not sure if it's going to be all right.
So he holds his breath as the rest do until the man in front of them is finished talking, and then he lets it out slowly as if sighing loudly would blow everything away from his hands. He turns to Taemin with a goofy smile that's reflected in Taemin's shining eyes, and then they begin to laugh, their hands clasped together.
Yes, Jinki says to himself and to Taemin through his radiant smile, he knows what everything is, and everything will be just perfect.
.end
a/n: a yes i needed some fluff in my life~ haha i started this a while ago and completely forgot about it until tonight. i was in a good mood so i just finished it up. hope you enjoyed this rather short piece haha.