superbass
superbass; 1300, pg13
(jongyu) do not own!
a.n: so my friend used to obsess over pick-up lines and she poured all of her lame, cheesy soul to me at the oba; hence, this fic. so just to warn you guys, excessive use of pick-up lines. I LIKE IT. *andandand a fermata is a little canopy over a dot over the note and you hold it as long as the conductor wants you to. just in case you guys dont know. i make no sense ;__; so super bass is like two words, but i like superbass better *^*
boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away,
beating like a drum and it's coming your way.
They were working on theory in music class when Jinki used his pencil to poke Jonghyun who was sitting next to him, drawing a treble clef messily on his staff. It was only the second music class of the school year and they were already doing theory because the teacher insisted that know your basics first, blah blah blah, crawl before you walk.
They haven't spoken to each other before but today was going to be different.
"Hey Jonghyun, I'm a fermata." Jonghyun raises an eyebrow before furrowing his brows together because what would the awkward guy want with the cool guy.
"Hold me."
The whole class turned around and stared as Jonghyun doubled over in laughter while Jinki smiled like he just won the lottery. Let's just say they've become best friends after that.
-
The club was booming with music and Jinki's smile brightened when he spotted Jonghyun sitting on a bar stool. Jonghyun looked up and waved him over.
They were celebrating because Minho's soccer team won the tournament but was too busy 'burning up the dance floor' with Kibum, as Jinki liked to say, to entertain his guests. What he did have time to do was to leave Jinki a sure win pick-up line; he even wrote it on his palm, but that doesn't mean he knew what exactly it meant.
"Jonghyunnie!"
"Jinki-ie...” he attempted but failed because it ended up sounding stupid, “Jinki! What's up, my man?"
Jinki smiles and looks at his palm.
"Hey, the word of the day is legs, let's go home and spread the word."
Jonghyun smiles seductively and pulls Jinki hurriedly out of the club as Taemin, who was leaning by the door frame in all his glory, shot a somebody's getting lucky tonight their way.
Oh, they did spread something that night. When they reached Jinki's apartment, Jonghyun didn't even have the time to even think of throwing Jinki onto the door and attack him with kisses before Jinki flung his shoes and jacket off and ran to the kitchen. Jonghyun took his time because he knew Jinki long enough to know he didn't have the same thing in mind as he did. And he was so excited too.
He walked into the kitchen to find Jinki reaching into his drawers to get spreading knives. On the counter were a loaf of bread and a big jar of creamy peanut butter. Jonghyun sighed as a small smile crept onto his face and walked towards the counter, rolling his sleeves up.
They spent the whole night making peanut butter sandwiches and getting fat because according to Jinki, Jonghyun's legs were like peanut butter, smooth and easy to spread.
-
"I think I like Jonghyun."
Taemin was the only one who looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Took you long enough," Kibum said, not lifting his eyes up from his magazine and Minho grunted in agreement.
"What should I do then?" A few beats of silence went by before Minho jumped up, causing Kibum to yelp because he slid off of Minho's lap.
"Hyung," Minho started, staring into Jinki's eyes, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Jinki looked up to Minho, eyes grateful, before Kibum jumped in.
"It's too bad you landed on your face."
A roar of laughter filled the room, as Minho and Kibum wheezed and laughed like hyenas on the floor. Even the maknae let a few giggles escape his mouth before sauntering over to Jinki, flopping himself onto his lap. Taemin takes his cheeks and squishes them, making Jinki look at him.
"Hyung, I think your face is amazing just the way it is."
"You guys aren't helping at all," he groans, burying himself into Taemin's chest, Minho and Kibum still guffawing on the floor.
-
It was Christmas Eve and Jinki and Jonghyun were stumbling towards their shared dorm after stuffing themselves over at Kibum's, joking and shoving at each other as they made their way to the door. Jonghyun fumbled with the key a few times before it fit. He was about to turn it when Jinki spoke up behind him. He turned around to face his hyung.
"Can I take a picture of you?" Jinki asks, lifting his phone up suggestively with genuine smile but a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jonghyun shrugs and agrees, posing with a 'v' sign, melting Jinki's heart through the lenses.
"Why did you need a picture of me?" he asked as he finally opened the door, Jinki trailing after him, happily staring at his new Jjong-ified phone.
"Oh, so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas!" Jonghyun whipped around, startling Jinki.
"What?" Jonghyun exclaimed. Jinki flushed in embarrassment and played with the hem of his jacket, mumbling.
"I said, so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas." Without Jinki noticing, Jonghyun made his way towards his hyung and flicked him on the forehead. Jinki yelped and stuttered.
"Yah," Jonghyun whispered as his fingers replaced the ones playing with the hem of Jinki's, "ButI'malreadyyours."
"What?
" This time it's Jinki's turn to ask. Jonghyun stops playing with the hem of his shirt and closes the gap between them, kissing a surprised Jinki, pulling back with a smile that lit up the whole room. He turns and runs towards his bedroom, shouting a little bit too loud over his shoulder, "I'm already yours!"
This time, they really spread the word.
-
Jonghyun hid half his face into his scarf, trying to keep out the chilly February winds, hands stuffed in his pockets. Jinki skipped alongside him, trying to keep warm, in his gumball winter hat. They were still on campus, heading out for dinner. Jonghyun stopped and turned around when his bouncing buddy disappeared.
"Jinki?"
Said man had stopped, looking very seriously at his hands. Jonghyun walked over and asked what was wrong. Jinki took Jonghyun hands out of his warm pockets and examined them. Jonghyun taps his foot impatiently because he was starving and what in the hell would Jinki have in his little noggin this time?
"There's something wrong with your hands," Jinki states matter-of-factly. Jonghyun yanks his hands away and panics a little because he took the extra time to take care of at least his hands because he knew Jinki appreciated that. Jinki looks up at him with a goofy grin and lifts up his own.
"They're not in mine." And with that, he takes the other's hand and hops towards the gates, a blushing Jonghyun in tow.
-
They were sitting at their small dining table; Jinki looking over the bills, Jonghyun sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. Jinki's feet were trapped comfortably between his underneath the table and he was enjoying this peaceful afternoon they're having.
That was before Jinki looked up with the smile that he knew so well and he searched Jinki's eyes, and even behind those black rimmed glasses that made his sex muffin look extra nerdy (smart, cute, adorable), he could see the same Jinki that he fell in love with two years ago.
"Hey Jjongie," he said, putting down the bills and traps Jonghyun's feet in between his.
"Yeah," Jonghyun encouraged, leaning in and he can just feel another one of his infamous pick-up lines coming out.
"If you had to pay to rent the space in my heart, you would owe me a gajillion dollars," and he beamed at Jonghyun.
Jonghyun blew him a kiss and he pretended to be wounded and shot backwards, falling over with the chair. He flails and Jonghyun runs over, laughing. He pulls him up and pecks Jinki on the nose, breathing out an I love you.
Silly, if you had to pay to rent the space in my heart, you would be in debt forever.
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