pick me up, tiger
title: pick me up, tiger
pairing: Junmyeon/girl!Jongdae
rating: PG-13
wordcount: 1832
summary: Jongdae's outfit is not okay. Junmyeon might just die.
notes: ...this was supposed to be a tiny drabble don't ask me what happened
Kim Jongdae is every boy’s dream: smart, pretty, talented, some less appropriate things that everyone agrees on. Warm brown eyes, high cheekbones, hair a beautiful golden brown in gentle waves down to a few inches above the small of her back. Her catlike smile charms everyone, including the teachers, and she has just the right amount of mischief dancing in her eyes to be dangerous. As vice president of student council this year, she is in charge of the annual fundraiser for the community’s less privileged families. She chooses a school-wide athletic competition and proceeds to get everyone she can get her hands on involved.
Kim Junmyeon is the (not so) poor, innocent boy who gets caught in her web and can’t get out.
When Junmyeon first hears about the fundraiser, it doesn’t cross his mind for a second to participate. Half his friends are athletes, he’s a decent one, but it’s not really his scene. However, he has terrible friends who coerce him into coming. The fact that Jongdae organized it is a (huge) factor in his final decision. He can’t say no to that bright smile when she asks everyone to please come to support children in need, even if they have no athletic talent.
So here he is at eight AM on a cool Saturday morning, standing beside a quite awake Baekhyun already chattering away about something unimportant, probably that little first year’s football prowess. Junmyeon’s brain isn’t processing anything except his need for sleep and a nice, comfortable place to lie down.
“...oh hey, it’s Jongdae.” Junmyeon’s mind snaps to attention at the sound of the vice president’s name. His arm has already lifted the water bottle to his lips, pouring water in as he follows Baekhyun’s line of sight.
Junmyeon chokes when he sees Jongdae, accidentally swallowing his water too fast and coughing a few times to keep himself from dying. Considering what Jongdae’s wearing, he might die anyway. She’s in a loose tank cut low on the sides that shows a dangerous amount of pale skin, and her athletic shorts are impossibly short, accentuating toned thighs and slender calves. When she turns, the band of her sports bra and basically her entire side are on display.
Baekhyun, unhelpful as always, cackles at his misery instead of saving him from choking to death. “You’re drooling, hyung. How are you going to get Jongdae to pay attention to you if you look so unattractive?” He ignores the glare that Junmyeon shoots at him and waves wildly to get Jongdae’s attention, calling her name loudly.
When she looks up and beams, waving back at them, Junmyeon’s heart skips a beat. Jongdae starts jogging towards them, ponytail swaying as she runs, and he can’t keep himself from staring.
“Baekhyun!” She hugs him briefly and turns her eyes to Junmyeon. “Oh, Junmyeon, I didn’t know you were coming, but I’m so glad you did.” Jongdae grins again, eyes crinkling, and the light touch of her hand to his forearm sparks his nerves into a frenzy. He really hopes it isn’t showing and tries to give her a smile that matches her enthusiasm.
She waves again as she leaves to greet other people. Baekhyun pats him on the back cheerfully. “Go get her, tiger!”
Most of the day is spent following Baekhyun around to cheer for his friends or just in general for school spirit and trying not to search the crowd for Jongdae every two minutes. She drifts between socializing and managing the events going on, always aware of what she needs to do. Junmyeon frowns at how closely she leans in to talk to student council president Kim Jonghyun. Jonghyun laughs too loudly and slings his arm over her shoulders too much.
Baekhyun nudges him knowingly and tells him to stop frowning. “They’re not dating. Jonghyun’s had a boner for that drama kid for years.”
“Still. He touches her too much,” Junmyeon says.
“Come on, let’s go watch the relays. Jongin’s running in it,” Baekhyun replies, pulling him toward the track. Ah, Jongin, that was the name of the cute freshman that followed Baekhyun around like a puppy. They stand near the sidelines at Baekhyun’s insistence, waving cheering batons. Jongdae has migrated over to monitor the event, whistle around her neck and clipboard in hand, concentrating on what Minho is telling her, and she looks upset. Something must be wrong. She scans the people waiting for the race to begin, and her gaze locks in on Junmyeon. He looks away quickly, hoping she doesn’t know he was staring.
“Hey, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widen as her hand wraps around his wrist, and he looks up questioningly.
“Can you run? One of Minho’s guys just got injured in another event, and he needs someone else to stay in the race. You know how much this means to him,” Jongdae explains. Her eyes are imploring, and he can’t look away her wide, concerned look and the stressed furrow in her brow. He used to run track in middle school, so it’s been a while, but Junmyeon finds himself nodding anyway. He does know how important every competition is to Minho, and he can’t refuse Jongdae when she’s asking him personally.
Jongdae leads him to Minho, who thanks him with a bone-crushing hug and a promise to never ask anything of him again. Junmyeon will be the third runner, taking the baton from Taemin and passing off to Minho. His segment is not the most important yet still vital; Minho can lead them to success, but Junmyeon must get it to him first. He stretches quickly and gives Jongdae the thumbs up before jogging to his place on the other side of the track.
The shrill blow of the whistle marks the beginning of the race. Junmyeon watches nervously as Jinki passes off to Taemin a close second after the person in front of him, and Jonghyun pulls slightly ahead again as he approaches quickly. He starts jogging lightly in the passing zone, glancing behind him at Taemin. When he feels the solidity of the baton in his hand, he takes off, legs pumping and heart racing. The team in the lane next to them had a slightly smoother pass-off and got into this segment earlier. Junmyeon pushes himself, closing in on the boy in front of him and pulling them to neck and neck. Minho’s eyes are wild, and he’s hopping up and down, hollering at Junmyeon. The air rushing in his ears drowns out the exact words and leaves only the sound of his heart pounding in both exertion and excitement.
“Let’s go, Junmyeon!” Jongdae’s high, clear voice slices through everything to reach him, and he steps further, muscles flexing and relaxing, tunneling his vision to only see the hand in front of him. Junmyeon slides the baton into Minho’s hand, and he’s off, practically leaving a trail of fire behind him. His heart doesn’t calm even though he’s done his part, eyes sharply watching their opponent gain on his teammate bit by bit, but in the last ten meters, Minho lets out a bellow and makes a last burst of speed across the finish line. Junmyeon hears himself shout in victory and sprints toward Minho, reaching him before everyone else and throwing his arms around him. The hug he gets in return is even tighter than the one before the race, and Minho yells his thanks again in Junmyeon’s ears, jarring with the congratulations flying around them.
He gets out before the mass of people surround Minho, adrenaline still rushing through his entire boyd. A hand slips into his and tugs gently, turning him around. Junmyeon stares into the bright, exhilarated eyes of Kim Jongdae, who proceeds to envelop him in a tight hug, arms sliding around his torso. He’s too out of it to think about what he’s doing before squeezing her back.
Baekhyun interrupts the moment, terrible timing as usual, and brings him out of his high. “Hey, hyung, I didn’t know you could run. Oh, hi Jongdae.”
Jongdae starts, letting go of him. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flushed, and she’s captivating. She pulls him down to whisper in his ear, “I’ll talk to you later. Thank you,” and then she disappears back into the crowd. Junmyeon stands there in shock for a moment before blushing when he realizes what just happened. Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “So, hot date?”
Junmyeon lingers after most people have left in hopes of seeing Jongdae again, shifting his weight from foot to foot awkwardly. Baekhyun had gone with Jongin for a not-date (“We’re just going to have ice cream to celebrate! I’m being a good sunbae!”), leaving him to hover around wringing his hands by himself.
He catches her directing the student council volunteers to clean up properly. She smiles at him briefly and asks him to help them, which he of course says yes to. After an hour of hauling tables around and picking up trash, they are done. Jongdae thanks everyone with a smile and a bow, even persuading Jonghyun to go home and let her finish.
Finally, finally, when he’s about to give up and leave, Jongdae turns to him. She tilts her head slightly, smile widening. “You’re still here.”
Junmyeon blanks. “Um. You said...later?”
“I did,” she affirms, stepping closer. “I just thought you would’ve run off by now though like you’ve been doing for the past few months.”
He feels a blush rising in his cheeks again as he realizes the implications of her words. “You knew?”
“Hmm, Kim Junmyeon. Handsome, smart, so sweet. How could I not?” She is definitely too close now, barely inches between them. He can count her eyelashes and see the small moles scattered on the edges of her face, and he feels the urge to trace everyone of them with his fingers and his mouth.
Junmyeon is lost for words, staring into her eyes bewildered and uncertain. The look in her eyes is unfamiliar, and her smile is wider, more teasing than usual. A bit too promising of things Junmyeon doesn’t want to wish for in fear of disappointment.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Jongdae’s voice lilts with the question, eyes still steadily looking into his.
And then she kisses him. Soft, gentle, warm, even better than he’d ever imagined. He kisses her back tentatively until she nips his bottom lip and he moans embarrassingly. Jongdae takes Junmyeon’s hands and places them on the bare skin of her waist before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him deeper.
“You’re. So. Infuriating.” Jongdae punctuates each word in the tiny breaths they take between kisses, then gasps when Junmyeon squeezes her waist.
“Have you met yourself?” he murmurs against her neck. “This shirt isn’t even a shirt.”
“Well, wouldn’t you like to take it off?” Jongdae asks slyly.
Junmyeon groans. Kim Jongdae is really going to be the death of him.
pairing: Junmyeon/girl!Jongdae
rating: PG-13
wordcount: 1832
summary: Jongdae's outfit is not okay. Junmyeon might just die.
notes: ...this was supposed to be a tiny drabble don't ask me what happened
Kim Jongdae is every boy’s dream: smart, pretty, talented, some less appropriate things that everyone agrees on. Warm brown eyes, high cheekbones, hair a beautiful golden brown in gentle waves down to a few inches above the small of her back. Her catlike smile charms everyone, including the teachers, and she has just the right amount of mischief dancing in her eyes to be dangerous. As vice president of student council this year, she is in charge of the annual fundraiser for the community’s less privileged families. She chooses a school-wide athletic competition and proceeds to get everyone she can get her hands on involved.
Kim Junmyeon is the (not so) poor, innocent boy who gets caught in her web and can’t get out.
When Junmyeon first hears about the fundraiser, it doesn’t cross his mind for a second to participate. Half his friends are athletes, he’s a decent one, but it’s not really his scene. However, he has terrible friends who coerce him into coming. The fact that Jongdae organized it is a (huge) factor in his final decision. He can’t say no to that bright smile when she asks everyone to please come to support children in need, even if they have no athletic talent.
So here he is at eight AM on a cool Saturday morning, standing beside a quite awake Baekhyun already chattering away about something unimportant, probably that little first year’s football prowess. Junmyeon’s brain isn’t processing anything except his need for sleep and a nice, comfortable place to lie down.
“...oh hey, it’s Jongdae.” Junmyeon’s mind snaps to attention at the sound of the vice president’s name. His arm has already lifted the water bottle to his lips, pouring water in as he follows Baekhyun’s line of sight.
Junmyeon chokes when he sees Jongdae, accidentally swallowing his water too fast and coughing a few times to keep himself from dying. Considering what Jongdae’s wearing, he might die anyway. She’s in a loose tank cut low on the sides that shows a dangerous amount of pale skin, and her athletic shorts are impossibly short, accentuating toned thighs and slender calves. When she turns, the band of her sports bra and basically her entire side are on display.
Baekhyun, unhelpful as always, cackles at his misery instead of saving him from choking to death. “You’re drooling, hyung. How are you going to get Jongdae to pay attention to you if you look so unattractive?” He ignores the glare that Junmyeon shoots at him and waves wildly to get Jongdae’s attention, calling her name loudly.
When she looks up and beams, waving back at them, Junmyeon’s heart skips a beat. Jongdae starts jogging towards them, ponytail swaying as she runs, and he can’t keep himself from staring.
“Baekhyun!” She hugs him briefly and turns her eyes to Junmyeon. “Oh, Junmyeon, I didn’t know you were coming, but I’m so glad you did.” Jongdae grins again, eyes crinkling, and the light touch of her hand to his forearm sparks his nerves into a frenzy. He really hopes it isn’t showing and tries to give her a smile that matches her enthusiasm.
She waves again as she leaves to greet other people. Baekhyun pats him on the back cheerfully. “Go get her, tiger!”
Most of the day is spent following Baekhyun around to cheer for his friends or just in general for school spirit and trying not to search the crowd for Jongdae every two minutes. She drifts between socializing and managing the events going on, always aware of what she needs to do. Junmyeon frowns at how closely she leans in to talk to student council president Kim Jonghyun. Jonghyun laughs too loudly and slings his arm over her shoulders too much.
Baekhyun nudges him knowingly and tells him to stop frowning. “They’re not dating. Jonghyun’s had a boner for that drama kid for years.”
“Still. He touches her too much,” Junmyeon says.
“Come on, let’s go watch the relays. Jongin’s running in it,” Baekhyun replies, pulling him toward the track. Ah, Jongin, that was the name of the cute freshman that followed Baekhyun around like a puppy. They stand near the sidelines at Baekhyun’s insistence, waving cheering batons. Jongdae has migrated over to monitor the event, whistle around her neck and clipboard in hand, concentrating on what Minho is telling her, and she looks upset. Something must be wrong. She scans the people waiting for the race to begin, and her gaze locks in on Junmyeon. He looks away quickly, hoping she doesn’t know he was staring.
“Hey, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widen as her hand wraps around his wrist, and he looks up questioningly.
“Can you run? One of Minho’s guys just got injured in another event, and he needs someone else to stay in the race. You know how much this means to him,” Jongdae explains. Her eyes are imploring, and he can’t look away her wide, concerned look and the stressed furrow in her brow. He used to run track in middle school, so it’s been a while, but Junmyeon finds himself nodding anyway. He does know how important every competition is to Minho, and he can’t refuse Jongdae when she’s asking him personally.
Jongdae leads him to Minho, who thanks him with a bone-crushing hug and a promise to never ask anything of him again. Junmyeon will be the third runner, taking the baton from Taemin and passing off to Minho. His segment is not the most important yet still vital; Minho can lead them to success, but Junmyeon must get it to him first. He stretches quickly and gives Jongdae the thumbs up before jogging to his place on the other side of the track.
The shrill blow of the whistle marks the beginning of the race. Junmyeon watches nervously as Jinki passes off to Taemin a close second after the person in front of him, and Jonghyun pulls slightly ahead again as he approaches quickly. He starts jogging lightly in the passing zone, glancing behind him at Taemin. When he feels the solidity of the baton in his hand, he takes off, legs pumping and heart racing. The team in the lane next to them had a slightly smoother pass-off and got into this segment earlier. Junmyeon pushes himself, closing in on the boy in front of him and pulling them to neck and neck. Minho’s eyes are wild, and he’s hopping up and down, hollering at Junmyeon. The air rushing in his ears drowns out the exact words and leaves only the sound of his heart pounding in both exertion and excitement.
“Let’s go, Junmyeon!” Jongdae’s high, clear voice slices through everything to reach him, and he steps further, muscles flexing and relaxing, tunneling his vision to only see the hand in front of him. Junmyeon slides the baton into Minho’s hand, and he’s off, practically leaving a trail of fire behind him. His heart doesn’t calm even though he’s done his part, eyes sharply watching their opponent gain on his teammate bit by bit, but in the last ten meters, Minho lets out a bellow and makes a last burst of speed across the finish line. Junmyeon hears himself shout in victory and sprints toward Minho, reaching him before everyone else and throwing his arms around him. The hug he gets in return is even tighter than the one before the race, and Minho yells his thanks again in Junmyeon’s ears, jarring with the congratulations flying around them.
He gets out before the mass of people surround Minho, adrenaline still rushing through his entire boyd. A hand slips into his and tugs gently, turning him around. Junmyeon stares into the bright, exhilarated eyes of Kim Jongdae, who proceeds to envelop him in a tight hug, arms sliding around his torso. He’s too out of it to think about what he’s doing before squeezing her back.
Baekhyun interrupts the moment, terrible timing as usual, and brings him out of his high. “Hey, hyung, I didn’t know you could run. Oh, hi Jongdae.”
Jongdae starts, letting go of him. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flushed, and she’s captivating. She pulls him down to whisper in his ear, “I’ll talk to you later. Thank you,” and then she disappears back into the crowd. Junmyeon stands there in shock for a moment before blushing when he realizes what just happened. Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “So, hot date?”
Junmyeon lingers after most people have left in hopes of seeing Jongdae again, shifting his weight from foot to foot awkwardly. Baekhyun had gone with Jongin for a not-date (“We’re just going to have ice cream to celebrate! I’m being a good sunbae!”), leaving him to hover around wringing his hands by himself.
He catches her directing the student council volunteers to clean up properly. She smiles at him briefly and asks him to help them, which he of course says yes to. After an hour of hauling tables around and picking up trash, they are done. Jongdae thanks everyone with a smile and a bow, even persuading Jonghyun to go home and let her finish.
Finally, finally, when he’s about to give up and leave, Jongdae turns to him. She tilts her head slightly, smile widening. “You’re still here.”
Junmyeon blanks. “Um. You said...later?”
“I did,” she affirms, stepping closer. “I just thought you would’ve run off by now though like you’ve been doing for the past few months.”
He feels a blush rising in his cheeks again as he realizes the implications of her words. “You knew?”
“Hmm, Kim Junmyeon. Handsome, smart, so sweet. How could I not?” She is definitely too close now, barely inches between them. He can count her eyelashes and see the small moles scattered on the edges of her face, and he feels the urge to trace everyone of them with his fingers and his mouth.
Junmyeon is lost for words, staring into her eyes bewildered and uncertain. The look in her eyes is unfamiliar, and her smile is wider, more teasing than usual. A bit too promising of things Junmyeon doesn’t want to wish for in fear of disappointment.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Jongdae’s voice lilts with the question, eyes still steadily looking into his.
And then she kisses him. Soft, gentle, warm, even better than he’d ever imagined. He kisses her back tentatively until she nips his bottom lip and he moans embarrassingly. Jongdae takes Junmyeon’s hands and places them on the bare skin of her waist before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him deeper.
“You’re. So. Infuriating.” Jongdae punctuates each word in the tiny breaths they take between kisses, then gasps when Junmyeon squeezes her waist.
“Have you met yourself?” he murmurs against her neck. “This shirt isn’t even a shirt.”
“Well, wouldn’t you like to take it off?” Jongdae asks slyly.
Junmyeon groans. Kim Jongdae is really going to be the death of him.