jeogi
in
openpockets
of lollipops and marsupials [oneshot]
of lollipops and marsupials
jinki x taemin , romance , pg , 332w
in which jinki is really in love.
a/n: h8 school. more practice fic, i am so slow dear god i'm sorry. this one actually doesn't make sense.
taemin is beautiful.
was he always? jinki asks himself, as taemin rubs his eyes and yawns and sleepily looks at him from beside him on the bed. jinki stares a bit, at the skinny boy in a washed out red shirt and kangaroo shorts. yes, probably.
"hyung, you're going to get a crick in your neck."
jinki wipes at his mouth. drool. "hey, take your manhwa." taemin opens his mouth, to an, oh! five percent interest, hyung. jinki quickly hushes him before taemin can even attempt to mention stealing more from his dusty, flat wallet. though those kangaroos could probably easily knock him out and rob him of his savings (of rare chupa chups and change).
"let me just." taemin stretches over him to reach the drawer next to his bed, and jinki leans forward a bit, catches a whiff of taemin's soft scent.
flowers. he smells like flowers. really nice flowers.
"wow." jinki stares at taemin's pale elbows, before he slowly drags his eyes up to taemin's and then he realizes that taemin is staring straight at him, like a deer. wow, and jinki breathes, "your eyes are so beautiful."
taemin makes a funny face, like he's got dandelion fluff up his nose. "thanks."
"yeah."
then taemin laughs and his eyes sparkle like the milky way. "i'll take my payment now." and he actually takes the last chocovanilla, because taemin, jinki assumes, just knows jinki inside and out. "but from now on, just compliment me." his smile reads, i'm a genius.
jinki can't help himself. "so can i make a deposit of one hundred reasons why you may just be the most perfect thing in the world?" he suddenly has a mouthful of candy wrapper and ink-stained paper. "make that zero."
taemin laughs (reason one). "i'm going to spoil it for you."
"you are so not cute."
and suddenly jinki feels those paws grabbing at his shirt and pulling him down under the covers for a little, uh, boxers-boxing match.
i told you it didn't make sense.
jinki x taemin , romance , pg , 332w
in which jinki is really in love.
a/n: h8 school. more practice fic, i am so slow dear god i'm sorry. this one actually doesn't make sense.
taemin is beautiful.
was he always? jinki asks himself, as taemin rubs his eyes and yawns and sleepily looks at him from beside him on the bed. jinki stares a bit, at the skinny boy in a washed out red shirt and kangaroo shorts. yes, probably.
"hyung, you're going to get a crick in your neck."
jinki wipes at his mouth. drool. "hey, take your manhwa." taemin opens his mouth, to an, oh! five percent interest, hyung. jinki quickly hushes him before taemin can even attempt to mention stealing more from his dusty, flat wallet. though those kangaroos could probably easily knock him out and rob him of his savings (of rare chupa chups and change).
"let me just." taemin stretches over him to reach the drawer next to his bed, and jinki leans forward a bit, catches a whiff of taemin's soft scent.
flowers. he smells like flowers. really nice flowers.
"wow." jinki stares at taemin's pale elbows, before he slowly drags his eyes up to taemin's and then he realizes that taemin is staring straight at him, like a deer. wow, and jinki breathes, "your eyes are so beautiful."
taemin makes a funny face, like he's got dandelion fluff up his nose. "thanks."
"yeah."
then taemin laughs and his eyes sparkle like the milky way. "i'll take my payment now." and he actually takes the last chocovanilla, because taemin, jinki assumes, just knows jinki inside and out. "but from now on, just compliment me." his smile reads, i'm a genius.
jinki can't help himself. "so can i make a deposit of one hundred reasons why you may just be the most perfect thing in the world?" he suddenly has a mouthful of candy wrapper and ink-stained paper. "make that zero."
taemin laughs (reason one). "i'm going to spoil it for you."
"you are so not cute."
and suddenly jinki feels those paws grabbing at his shirt and pulling him down under the covers for a little, uh, boxers-boxing match.
i told you it didn't make sense.