prom
prom
onsica / pg-13 / romance / 2085 words
for lastco, from the kpophet fanfic request post! inspired by the song teenage dream by boyce avenue. my first het fic, haha. (: a bit cheezy, and i don't know if i did well, but hope you guys enjoy it!
jinki just wasn't the type to be noticed. not even with contact lenses on instead of black-rimmed glasses and puffy hair matted down with one and a half pots of styling gel. instead, he liked being on the sidelines, noticing things.
things that were meant to be noticed. like jessica jung.
there she was, in a baby pink gown, skirt full with sewn on rosettes, top lacy, corset-like, but innocent. her hair was down and in big curls and her makeup the thinnest out of all the girls there. her heels were around four inches high; not that it mattered, because she was sitting down the whole time that he was staring at her.
she sort of looked like a disney princess, yeah, that’s how dreamy she really looked.
there was something off about her expression today though. it was defeated…she never looked defeated before. she just wasn’t the type to do that; to let her shoulders slump and her hand support her head. her back was always straight, like a shield, ready to defend herself.
everyone viewed her, frankly, as a cold-hearted bitch. jinki thought - knew - that she was just genuinely honest and insecure. not many people understood that.
“she looks fine! look at her, she’s laughing. leave the bitch alone,” kibum said as he arranged the ballot boxes for prom queen and king. jinki sighed in reply.
jessica didn’t laugh at all. jinki knew what she looked like when she laughed. her eyes would light up and her mouth would open wide, and she’d shake her head afterwards. right now she was just smiling, close-lipped, at some girl who complimented her on her dress.
it was kind of heartbreaking, seeing her like that. she’s never looked like that before.
jinki never took his eyes off of her. he didn’t really have to concentrate on anything else, seeing that he went to prom stag (in his heart, he'd only take her) and all that mattered to him was jessica jung, the strongest, most beautiful girl he knew, was showing this weird new side to her that he hasn’t seen in all the years that he’s observed her.
pain.
he couldn’t handle it anymore, staring at her like this. the boy stood up, brushed his already-stiff hair back, and made way for her table.
his knees were shaking and his heart was pounding. he couldn’t stop his hands from fidgeting through his hair and into his pockets. he had to approach her. he had too.
then suddenly, with no warning, at all, jessica jung’s eyes lifted, softly staring back at his.
jinki’s eyes widened and he felt blood rush to his face - or off it - he didn’t really know. his feet naturally turned to another direction, to the drinks table instead of the lone table ten meters away from him, where the girl of his dreams was sitting.
his eyes picked up some sort of smile from her though. her face was downcast and her mouth was distorted in this stopped grin. it gave him courage. he turned around.
even his footsteps felt awkward as he reached a five-foot radius from where she was. his hand stiffly connected to his neck in an embarrassed gesture, and he forced himself to speak. “h-hey.”
she looked up again. her eyes were wide and surprised for a while, then they softly smiled. “hey.”
the relief in jinki’s heart was gigantic. from all the years he’s watched her - around five - she hadn’t been the type to smile at some completely new guy, who stumbles upon her and stutters out a tiny “hey”.
he didn’t know how to continue though, aside from a sheepish grin. his heart was dancing in his chest. after a few seconds in which he tried to arrange his racing thoughts, he pulled a chair from the table (“hope you don’t mind,” he muttered) and sat at the edge of it. “w-why you alone?”
“what?”
“w-why’re you a-a-alone?” he said, a bit louder this time. a bit too loud. the next table looked at him and laughed, and he just blushed and shook his head a bit. “s-sorry. i…i sh-shouldn’t have asked.”
a sad smile played on her lips. he’s never seen it before. but he guiltily sort of liked it.
dammit jinki, she’s sad! you’re not supposed to be happy! idiot.
“it’s fine,” she whispered. her voice sounded like vanilla ice cream; not too sweet and not too thick, but nice…just…nice. how could anyone call her a bitch?! “just got set up. date ditched.”
“wha-wh-what?”
now it was his turn to not understand.
she smiled that sad smile again. he was beginning to be scared of it.
“it’s no big deal,” she sighed. “did i learn my lesson or something?”
jinki’s eyebrows knotted in confusion. “wh-what are you talking about?”
“you know!” she said, loudly this time. not enough for anyone but him to hear, but loud. she crossed her arms against her chest and looked at jinki straight in the eye, hard this time. it made his heartbeat double in speed. “…people think i’m a bitch, don’t they?”
his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. “that’s not true! n-not at all!” his hands were waving in front of his face, denying her statement. he had to admit though, they did. he just didn’t agree with them.
“you’re lying,” she laughed a bit. she was obviously holding back. “but thanks. you’re a prince for trying not to hurt my feelings.”
“i-i swear! i’m not lying,” the blush on his cheeks spread and he waved his hands some more. “i…i’ll prove it.”
“try all you like,” she said, looking at the ceiling now. “that’ll be hard to prove.”
jinki grinned and shook his head. “not when it’s the truth.”
“that’s a bit of a dream. it’s so far off from reality, jinki,” the sad smile returned and her arms snaked back to her lap, her defensive pose no more. that moment, she looked so vulnerable, and it was a pretty sight. jinki pulled his hands under his butt to prevent himself from grazing her hair or something weird he’d do like that. he just smiled at her.
you’re a dream.
with something to prove and hardly any time to do it, he stood up and walked away, only turning back to see her smile at him, surprise and comfort in her gaze.
a thought struck his mind as he walked away.
how’d she know my name?
it made him grin to himself as he shook his head. he’ll try to figure that out later; there were much more important things he had to do.
“please? for me? and for this school?” jinki pleaded, almost on his knees. the only thing keeping him up was his own dignity.
“why would i take yoona out of the polls? she’s a shoo-in for prom queen anyways,” kibum rolled his eyes as he arranged the clear plastic boxes again, making sure there was nothing in them yet.
“because you hate her,” jinki whined, hands clasped together and shaking. “she’s a barbie doll. hollow and plastic. you want someone with personality to win, right?!”
“true,” kibum muttered again, tapping his hands against the boxes. “she’s their default choice. it’d be no fun if she won.”
“right?!” jinki’s voice was desperate. “come on, want to make things interesting? can’t you?!”
kibum smirked and grabbed one of the plastic boxes and shoved it under the velvet tablecloth when it originally lay. “fine, fine. i live for drama like this anyways.”
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” jinki threw himself on his best friend, nearly tripping both of them. once kibum forcefully pushed the other boy off of him (which he did with a grimace - no one was allowed to touch him), he gave jinki a smirk.
“y’sure this isn’t to make sure jessica would win?” he said, looking at the girl from across the room. her eyes were unfocused and she was slumped against her seat, but he had to admit, she still looked like a princess. “i mean, she’s the only one i’d vote for with these choices. she looks good tonight.”
“she always does.”
“you’re so cheezy,” kibum rolled his eyes, arranging the boxes again now that there were only four of them. “don’t know why you like a bitch like her.”
“don’t you just feel like…like…there’s this person, who you just want to hold hands with? kiss? you want to impress? like…like, it’s so impossible that they’d like you, because you know, you’re you, but for some reason, you know it can happen if you try hard enough,” jinki sighed once again, but it wasn’t the same kind of sigh he let out beforehand. now it was a happy, contented sigh. “y’know…like a dream?”
“…why would i have to try?” typical kibum, missing the point. with a wave of his hand, he went off to tell the principal that the boxes were ready for voting.
“and this year’s prom queen is…” the principal cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “jessica jung!”
a single beam of light shone onto the table where only the newly elected prom queen sat, by her lonesome self. it was obvious that she wasn’t expecting this at all, because if she did, she would have planned her reaction beforehand. her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, and her arms were in an awkward position where she seemed to want to cover her face because it was burning with surprise and her eyes because tears were about to spill over from her lower lids and she didn’t want to seem weak, but she couldn’t move because she was just frozen with shock.
she was beautiful. she made jinki smile. he was the first one to clap his hands, and the rest of the people who seemed to have voted for her followed. he was the last one to stop, too. he didn’t holler though. he wasn’t the type to holler.
jessica was finally up on stage, her eyes dabbed at by tissue, her smile wide, and a silver tiara settled on her head as she stood next to choi siwon, who was elected as prom king. if this was a normal situation, jinki would’ve been jealous of him. but as soon as jessica stepped on stage, she looked at him.
and really, it was all that mattered to him.
even throughout the whole first dance, where jessica’s arms were around the biggest, tallest, most handsome guy in all of their high school, where people were making kissing sounds and hollering at the romantic scene, where everyone’s eyes were on the two prettiest people in the room, she was just looking at him, smiling wildly, eyes flitting back and forth through the crowd and always settling on him. and he knew that meant something.
he found out as soon as the first dance was finished.
everyone was on the dancefloor, not minding the people with crowns on their heads anymore. jessica and jinki were just standing there, eyes and grins connected. and they finally met in the middle.
“i proved it to you,” he said cheekily. first time he’s ever been cheeky with her, and it was surprisingly fine.
she just smiled and grabbed his hands. “let’s just dance.”
he nodded. why wouldn’t he? “one question though.”
“yeah?”
“how’d you know my name?”
she shrugged, still smiling. “i notice you.”
“how?”
“i notice things. things that are meant to be noticed,” and with that, jinki smiled sheepishly. she grabbed his arms and positioned them to a slow dance position, whispering, “i like this song.” he went along with it, his fast heartbeat never slowing down.
and they stayed like that for the whole night.
the two were holding hands, laughing and shaking their hair in the wind. they were under the bleachers of their school’s football field. how they got there, they didn’t know.
“i told you you were liked,” jinki smiled, tightening his grip on her hand. “you’re the queen!” his fingers tapped against her crown and they both smiled.
she hit him playfully with the high heels in her hands.
“your queen."
“my queen.”
a silence fell upon them as they faced each other, goofy smiles on both their faces.
“have you had your first kiss before?” jessica sang out, brushing something nonexistent out of jinki’s hair.
“it’s been a dream of mine,” he said jokingly.
“you’re a dream,” she whispered, coming closer. “…my king.”
and with that, they kissed.
a/n: so how was it? (: feedback would be nice! it's my first time doing something like this (my first het fic, my first req fic, a lot of firsts for me, basically) so forgive me if it's not to your liking, hahaha!
onsica / pg-13 / romance / 2085 words
for lastco, from the kpophet fanfic request post! inspired by the song teenage dream by boyce avenue. my first het fic, haha. (: a bit cheezy, and i don't know if i did well, but hope you guys enjoy it!
jinki just wasn't the type to be noticed. not even with contact lenses on instead of black-rimmed glasses and puffy hair matted down with one and a half pots of styling gel. instead, he liked being on the sidelines, noticing things.
things that were meant to be noticed. like jessica jung.
there she was, in a baby pink gown, skirt full with sewn on rosettes, top lacy, corset-like, but innocent. her hair was down and in big curls and her makeup the thinnest out of all the girls there. her heels were around four inches high; not that it mattered, because she was sitting down the whole time that he was staring at her.
she sort of looked like a disney princess, yeah, that’s how dreamy she really looked.
there was something off about her expression today though. it was defeated…she never looked defeated before. she just wasn’t the type to do that; to let her shoulders slump and her hand support her head. her back was always straight, like a shield, ready to defend herself.
everyone viewed her, frankly, as a cold-hearted bitch. jinki thought - knew - that she was just genuinely honest and insecure. not many people understood that.
“she looks fine! look at her, she’s laughing. leave the bitch alone,” kibum said as he arranged the ballot boxes for prom queen and king. jinki sighed in reply.
jessica didn’t laugh at all. jinki knew what she looked like when she laughed. her eyes would light up and her mouth would open wide, and she’d shake her head afterwards. right now she was just smiling, close-lipped, at some girl who complimented her on her dress.
it was kind of heartbreaking, seeing her like that. she’s never looked like that before.
jinki never took his eyes off of her. he didn’t really have to concentrate on anything else, seeing that he went to prom stag (in his heart, he'd only take her) and all that mattered to him was jessica jung, the strongest, most beautiful girl he knew, was showing this weird new side to her that he hasn’t seen in all the years that he’s observed her.
pain.
he couldn’t handle it anymore, staring at her like this. the boy stood up, brushed his already-stiff hair back, and made way for her table.
his knees were shaking and his heart was pounding. he couldn’t stop his hands from fidgeting through his hair and into his pockets. he had to approach her. he had too.
then suddenly, with no warning, at all, jessica jung’s eyes lifted, softly staring back at his.
jinki’s eyes widened and he felt blood rush to his face - or off it - he didn’t really know. his feet naturally turned to another direction, to the drinks table instead of the lone table ten meters away from him, where the girl of his dreams was sitting.
his eyes picked up some sort of smile from her though. her face was downcast and her mouth was distorted in this stopped grin. it gave him courage. he turned around.
even his footsteps felt awkward as he reached a five-foot radius from where she was. his hand stiffly connected to his neck in an embarrassed gesture, and he forced himself to speak. “h-hey.”
she looked up again. her eyes were wide and surprised for a while, then they softly smiled. “hey.”
the relief in jinki’s heart was gigantic. from all the years he’s watched her - around five - she hadn’t been the type to smile at some completely new guy, who stumbles upon her and stutters out a tiny “hey”.
he didn’t know how to continue though, aside from a sheepish grin. his heart was dancing in his chest. after a few seconds in which he tried to arrange his racing thoughts, he pulled a chair from the table (“hope you don’t mind,” he muttered) and sat at the edge of it. “w-why you alone?”
“what?”
“w-why’re you a-a-alone?” he said, a bit louder this time. a bit too loud. the next table looked at him and laughed, and he just blushed and shook his head a bit. “s-sorry. i…i sh-shouldn’t have asked.”
a sad smile played on her lips. he’s never seen it before. but he guiltily sort of liked it.
dammit jinki, she’s sad! you’re not supposed to be happy! idiot.
“it’s fine,” she whispered. her voice sounded like vanilla ice cream; not too sweet and not too thick, but nice…just…nice. how could anyone call her a bitch?! “just got set up. date ditched.”
“wha-wh-what?”
now it was his turn to not understand.
she smiled that sad smile again. he was beginning to be scared of it.
“it’s no big deal,” she sighed. “did i learn my lesson or something?”
jinki’s eyebrows knotted in confusion. “wh-what are you talking about?”
“you know!” she said, loudly this time. not enough for anyone but him to hear, but loud. she crossed her arms against her chest and looked at jinki straight in the eye, hard this time. it made his heartbeat double in speed. “…people think i’m a bitch, don’t they?”
his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. “that’s not true! n-not at all!” his hands were waving in front of his face, denying her statement. he had to admit though, they did. he just didn’t agree with them.
“you’re lying,” she laughed a bit. she was obviously holding back. “but thanks. you’re a prince for trying not to hurt my feelings.”
“i-i swear! i’m not lying,” the blush on his cheeks spread and he waved his hands some more. “i…i’ll prove it.”
“try all you like,” she said, looking at the ceiling now. “that’ll be hard to prove.”
jinki grinned and shook his head. “not when it’s the truth.”
“that’s a bit of a dream. it’s so far off from reality, jinki,” the sad smile returned and her arms snaked back to her lap, her defensive pose no more. that moment, she looked so vulnerable, and it was a pretty sight. jinki pulled his hands under his butt to prevent himself from grazing her hair or something weird he’d do like that. he just smiled at her.
you’re a dream.
with something to prove and hardly any time to do it, he stood up and walked away, only turning back to see her smile at him, surprise and comfort in her gaze.
a thought struck his mind as he walked away.
how’d she know my name?
it made him grin to himself as he shook his head. he’ll try to figure that out later; there were much more important things he had to do.
“please? for me? and for this school?” jinki pleaded, almost on his knees. the only thing keeping him up was his own dignity.
“why would i take yoona out of the polls? she’s a shoo-in for prom queen anyways,” kibum rolled his eyes as he arranged the clear plastic boxes again, making sure there was nothing in them yet.
“because you hate her,” jinki whined, hands clasped together and shaking. “she’s a barbie doll. hollow and plastic. you want someone with personality to win, right?!”
“true,” kibum muttered again, tapping his hands against the boxes. “she’s their default choice. it’d be no fun if she won.”
“right?!” jinki’s voice was desperate. “come on, want to make things interesting? can’t you?!”
kibum smirked and grabbed one of the plastic boxes and shoved it under the velvet tablecloth when it originally lay. “fine, fine. i live for drama like this anyways.”
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” jinki threw himself on his best friend, nearly tripping both of them. once kibum forcefully pushed the other boy off of him (which he did with a grimace - no one was allowed to touch him), he gave jinki a smirk.
“y’sure this isn’t to make sure jessica would win?” he said, looking at the girl from across the room. her eyes were unfocused and she was slumped against her seat, but he had to admit, she still looked like a princess. “i mean, she’s the only one i’d vote for with these choices. she looks good tonight.”
“she always does.”
“you’re so cheezy,” kibum rolled his eyes, arranging the boxes again now that there were only four of them. “don’t know why you like a bitch like her.”
“don’t you just feel like…like…there’s this person, who you just want to hold hands with? kiss? you want to impress? like…like, it’s so impossible that they’d like you, because you know, you’re you, but for some reason, you know it can happen if you try hard enough,” jinki sighed once again, but it wasn’t the same kind of sigh he let out beforehand. now it was a happy, contented sigh. “y’know…like a dream?”
“…why would i have to try?” typical kibum, missing the point. with a wave of his hand, he went off to tell the principal that the boxes were ready for voting.
“and this year’s prom queen is…” the principal cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “jessica jung!”
a single beam of light shone onto the table where only the newly elected prom queen sat, by her lonesome self. it was obvious that she wasn’t expecting this at all, because if she did, she would have planned her reaction beforehand. her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, and her arms were in an awkward position where she seemed to want to cover her face because it was burning with surprise and her eyes because tears were about to spill over from her lower lids and she didn’t want to seem weak, but she couldn’t move because she was just frozen with shock.
she was beautiful. she made jinki smile. he was the first one to clap his hands, and the rest of the people who seemed to have voted for her followed. he was the last one to stop, too. he didn’t holler though. he wasn’t the type to holler.
jessica was finally up on stage, her eyes dabbed at by tissue, her smile wide, and a silver tiara settled on her head as she stood next to choi siwon, who was elected as prom king. if this was a normal situation, jinki would’ve been jealous of him. but as soon as jessica stepped on stage, she looked at him.
and really, it was all that mattered to him.
even throughout the whole first dance, where jessica’s arms were around the biggest, tallest, most handsome guy in all of their high school, where people were making kissing sounds and hollering at the romantic scene, where everyone’s eyes were on the two prettiest people in the room, she was just looking at him, smiling wildly, eyes flitting back and forth through the crowd and always settling on him. and he knew that meant something.
he found out as soon as the first dance was finished.
everyone was on the dancefloor, not minding the people with crowns on their heads anymore. jessica and jinki were just standing there, eyes and grins connected. and they finally met in the middle.
“i proved it to you,” he said cheekily. first time he’s ever been cheeky with her, and it was surprisingly fine.
she just smiled and grabbed his hands. “let’s just dance.”
he nodded. why wouldn’t he? “one question though.”
“yeah?”
“how’d you know my name?”
she shrugged, still smiling. “i notice you.”
“how?”
“i notice things. things that are meant to be noticed,” and with that, jinki smiled sheepishly. she grabbed his arms and positioned them to a slow dance position, whispering, “i like this song.” he went along with it, his fast heartbeat never slowing down.
and they stayed like that for the whole night.
the two were holding hands, laughing and shaking their hair in the wind. they were under the bleachers of their school’s football field. how they got there, they didn’t know.
“i told you you were liked,” jinki smiled, tightening his grip on her hand. “you’re the queen!” his fingers tapped against her crown and they both smiled.
she hit him playfully with the high heels in her hands.
“your queen."
“my queen.”
a silence fell upon them as they faced each other, goofy smiles on both their faces.
“have you had your first kiss before?” jessica sang out, brushing something nonexistent out of jinki’s hair.
“it’s been a dream of mine,” he said jokingly.
“you’re a dream,” she whispered, coming closer. “…my king.”
and with that, they kissed.
a/n: so how was it? (: feedback would be nice! it's my first time doing something like this (my first het fic, my first req fic, a lot of firsts for me, basically) so forgive me if it's not to your liking, hahaha!