make me understand, s'il vous plaît
title: make me understand, s'il vous plaît
pairing: jongin/kyungsoo
genre: fail!fluff omfg i am sorry, college!au
length: drabble
word count: ~1.3k
[extreme word vomit, not even kidding. written under the influence (of antihistamines and boredom).]
Jongin stares at his books forlornly, trying to make sense of the words in front of him.
"What is this," Jongin whines to no one in particular, earning a look from the old, wrinkly librarian lingering near the romance fiction section of the university library. "I can't understand this."
"Be quiet," the librarian shushes harshly, waving a crooked finger in the air for effect, but Jongin can only think about how satisfying it would be to fluently cuss her out in French if he was actually diligent enough to understand the damn language.
"Casse-toi," Jongin mutters under his breath, feeling proud of himself for a moment but remembering that unless their final exam was about the different variations of "fuck off" in French, he was basically screwed. He tries to find sympathy from his best friend by texting him his troubles, but when Sehun replies with "boo hoo poor u. o btw r u comin home late 2nite?? im hungry," he can't help but feel sorry for himself for having horrible friends.
"Ugh," Jongin groans for the nth time, deciding that sleeping on his French book would help him remember sentence structures and vocabulary and other things he couldn't care less about. "Why did I take French. Why."
He hears a shuffling from beside him, but he pays it no mind as he absorbs the information on pages 177 and 178 with the side of his face.
"Excuse me," someone to his left says. "Are you taking Professor Moreau's French 117 class?"
Jongin freezes, finding the voice frighteningly similar to Do Kyungsoo, the senior in his accounting class that he'd been crushing on since middle achool and thought was extremely adorable and cute and perfect, but remembering that said adorable and cute and perfect upperclassman wouldn't even know him because he's Kim Jongin, the freshman with no social life and an uncanny yet inconvenient ability to remember foreign curse words.
He's about to just dismiss it as his mind playing tricks on him again when really soft hands squeeze his arm and the person to his right says "Kim Jongin?" in Kyungsoo's voice. His eyes fly open and he abruptly stands up, knocking his chair down and almost giving the librarian who was engrossed in an erotic romance novel a heart attack.
"U-uh, hi?" Jongin stutters, suddenly losing control of the speech function of his brain because Do Kyungsoo, the junior he's been crushing on for the better part of his life is talking to him for the second time (first being the time Kyungsoo gave him a card for his birthday during kindergarten, and no, Jongin doesn't have that card hidden under his mattress), with his pressed dress shirt, neatly coifed hair and adorably wide eyes.
Jongin tries to say something intelligible and fails miserably.
"What?" Kyungsoo laughs, mouth forming a beautiful heart shape, and Jongin has to swallow hard because cute.
"U-uh, sumbaenim," Jongin starts, finding it hard to steady his voice. "Did you, uh, need anything?"
"Actually, I thought you needed some help?" There's that heart-shaped smile again, and Jongin can feel the flush creeping up his neck.
"H-help?"
Kyungsoo points to Jongin's French book and grins, to which Jongin responds with a gurgling noise and a constipated look on his face.
"I couldn't help but hear your, uh, predicament from a couple of tables away," Kyungsoo says amusedly, and Jongin ducks his head in embarrassment. "And when you told the librarian to fuck off, I thought I could help?"
Jongin blinks, not quite believing what he's hearing, because he still might me imagining things because how would Kyungsoo know who he was? How? How. How.
Kyungsoo takes Jongin's gaping as a yes and pulls him down to his seat. Jongin panics, sort of hyperentilating as he texts Sehun an incoherent play by play of the current events, to which Sehun replies with "ooooo try not 2 embaras urself."
They start with structures and patterns, because "you can remember vocabulary words a lot easier if you use them in sentences," Kyungsoo had said, and Jongin doesn't even notice the time until the librarian mutters a hushed "closing time" as she passes by.
"It's late," Kyungsoo comments, shoving his books into his messenger bag. "I hope I was able to help."
"You helped a lot!" Jongin immediately says, bowing frantically, not seeing Kyungsoo blush at the gesture. "How are you so good at this though? I though you were a management engineering major."
"I am, but I take foreign language classes too," Kyungsoo says, picking at the lint on his slacks. "I'm in Moreau's class too, but the one after yours."
When the librarian practically chases them out of the library, the atmosphere is awkward and thick and Jongin kind of wants to say something to improve the mood, but Kyungsoo beats him to it.
"Je suis en train de tomber amoureux de toi," Kyungsoo says with a small voice, and Jongin strains to hear it.
"What?"
"What does 'je suis en train de tomber amoureux de toi' mean?" Kyungsoo repeats, now with a quiet determination in his voice that makes Jongin's breath catch.
"I," Jongin rummages through his thoughts, trying to remember what the words mean, and scratches the back of his head when he comes up short. "I don't know."
Kyungsoo seems to let out a breath he's been holding and turns to Jongin with that heart-shaped smile again, and Jongin has to lean on the library door to steady himself.
"Okay," the older boy declares, clutching the strap of the messenger bag on his shoulder. "Homework. Find out what it means, and text me when you get home."
Jongin's slightly confused, but when Kyungsoo timidly slips a card into the breast pocket of Jongin's shirt and waddles away with a "see you tomorrow," Jongin walks home with a stupid grin on his face an a spring in his step.
...
After he gets home, throws the bag of Chinese takeout in Sehun's general direction and takes a shower, he sits in front of his computer, staring at the google translate webpage with the card where his "homework" and Kyungsoo's number is written in his left hand and his phone in his right.
"You can do this," Jongin repeats to himself, staring determinedly at the screen in front of him. "You can do this, Kim Jongin."
He puts down the phone and card, and types the phrase into the text box. He waits for the page to translate it, silently cursing his crappy internet connection while he waits, and when the results appear on the screen in bold, black letters, his jaw drops.
With clammy hands and trembling fingers, he types in the translated phrase and Kyungsoo's number, thumb hovering over the 'send' button before tapping it.
There's a pounding in Jongin's ears as he waits for Kyungsoo's reply. He can hear Sehun calling him from the living room, but he ignores him just because it's Sehun and no one listens to Sehun. When Jongin feels the anxiety make him light-headed and nauseous, his phone beeps and he shakily grabs it.
"me too. want to have lunch after the exam?" is Kyungsoo's reply, and Jongin, believe it or not, can't wait for his French finals tomorrow.
...
Sehun barges into Jongin's room when the latter won't listen to his yells of "Jongin, the sink is broken," and glares at the boy wrapped in several blankets, giggling at his phone like a lovesick teenage girl.
What catches Sehun's attention though is what's on Jongin's computer screen, glaring black letters and all.
"I'm falling in love with you," Sehun reads, deadpan. "What does that mean? Jongin?"
Jongin ignores him, still giggling while typing something fervently into his phone, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.
"Oy, Jongin, listen to me," Sehun drawls, tugging at Jongin's blankets like a child and pointing at the computer screen. "What does that mean? Hey!"
Jongin tells Sehun to 'casse-toi' and feels good about it.
a/n: write this after reading a post on facebook about something that happened in my university. i don't like how it turned out, but the people who requested it *ehempau&nasehem* do so, whatevs.
oh also FIRST KAISOO EVER OHAI
i'm a bad kaisoo shipper for not writing them sooner sob
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pairing: jongin/kyungsoo
genre: fail!fluff omfg i am sorry, college!au
length: drabble
word count: ~1.3k
[extreme word vomit, not even kidding. written under the influence (of antihistamines and boredom).]
Jongin stares at his books forlornly, trying to make sense of the words in front of him.
"What is this," Jongin whines to no one in particular, earning a look from the old, wrinkly librarian lingering near the romance fiction section of the university library. "I can't understand this."
"Be quiet," the librarian shushes harshly, waving a crooked finger in the air for effect, but Jongin can only think about how satisfying it would be to fluently cuss her out in French if he was actually diligent enough to understand the damn language.
"Casse-toi," Jongin mutters under his breath, feeling proud of himself for a moment but remembering that unless their final exam was about the different variations of "fuck off" in French, he was basically screwed. He tries to find sympathy from his best friend by texting him his troubles, but when Sehun replies with "boo hoo poor u. o btw r u comin home late 2nite?? im hungry," he can't help but feel sorry for himself for having horrible friends.
"Ugh," Jongin groans for the nth time, deciding that sleeping on his French book would help him remember sentence structures and vocabulary and other things he couldn't care less about. "Why did I take French. Why."
He hears a shuffling from beside him, but he pays it no mind as he absorbs the information on pages 177 and 178 with the side of his face.
"Excuse me," someone to his left says. "Are you taking Professor Moreau's French 117 class?"
Jongin freezes, finding the voice frighteningly similar to Do Kyungsoo, the senior in his accounting class that he'd been crushing on since middle achool and thought was extremely adorable and cute and perfect, but remembering that said adorable and cute and perfect upperclassman wouldn't even know him because he's Kim Jongin, the freshman with no social life and an uncanny yet inconvenient ability to remember foreign curse words.
He's about to just dismiss it as his mind playing tricks on him again when really soft hands squeeze his arm and the person to his right says "Kim Jongin?" in Kyungsoo's voice. His eyes fly open and he abruptly stands up, knocking his chair down and almost giving the librarian who was engrossed in an erotic romance novel a heart attack.
"U-uh, hi?" Jongin stutters, suddenly losing control of the speech function of his brain because Do Kyungsoo, the junior he's been crushing on for the better part of his life is talking to him for the second time (first being the time Kyungsoo gave him a card for his birthday during kindergarten, and no, Jongin doesn't have that card hidden under his mattress), with his pressed dress shirt, neatly coifed hair and adorably wide eyes.
Jongin tries to say something intelligible and fails miserably.
"What?" Kyungsoo laughs, mouth forming a beautiful heart shape, and Jongin has to swallow hard because cute.
"U-uh, sumbaenim," Jongin starts, finding it hard to steady his voice. "Did you, uh, need anything?"
"Actually, I thought you needed some help?" There's that heart-shaped smile again, and Jongin can feel the flush creeping up his neck.
"H-help?"
Kyungsoo points to Jongin's French book and grins, to which Jongin responds with a gurgling noise and a constipated look on his face.
"I couldn't help but hear your, uh, predicament from a couple of tables away," Kyungsoo says amusedly, and Jongin ducks his head in embarrassment. "And when you told the librarian to fuck off, I thought I could help?"
Jongin blinks, not quite believing what he's hearing, because he still might me imagining things because how would Kyungsoo know who he was? How? How. How.
Kyungsoo takes Jongin's gaping as a yes and pulls him down to his seat. Jongin panics, sort of hyperentilating as he texts Sehun an incoherent play by play of the current events, to which Sehun replies with "ooooo try not 2 embaras urself."
They start with structures and patterns, because "you can remember vocabulary words a lot easier if you use them in sentences," Kyungsoo had said, and Jongin doesn't even notice the time until the librarian mutters a hushed "closing time" as she passes by.
"It's late," Kyungsoo comments, shoving his books into his messenger bag. "I hope I was able to help."
"You helped a lot!" Jongin immediately says, bowing frantically, not seeing Kyungsoo blush at the gesture. "How are you so good at this though? I though you were a management engineering major."
"I am, but I take foreign language classes too," Kyungsoo says, picking at the lint on his slacks. "I'm in Moreau's class too, but the one after yours."
When the librarian practically chases them out of the library, the atmosphere is awkward and thick and Jongin kind of wants to say something to improve the mood, but Kyungsoo beats him to it.
"Je suis en train de tomber amoureux de toi," Kyungsoo says with a small voice, and Jongin strains to hear it.
"What?"
"What does 'je suis en train de tomber amoureux de toi' mean?" Kyungsoo repeats, now with a quiet determination in his voice that makes Jongin's breath catch.
"I," Jongin rummages through his thoughts, trying to remember what the words mean, and scratches the back of his head when he comes up short. "I don't know."
Kyungsoo seems to let out a breath he's been holding and turns to Jongin with that heart-shaped smile again, and Jongin has to lean on the library door to steady himself.
"Okay," the older boy declares, clutching the strap of the messenger bag on his shoulder. "Homework. Find out what it means, and text me when you get home."
Jongin's slightly confused, but when Kyungsoo timidly slips a card into the breast pocket of Jongin's shirt and waddles away with a "see you tomorrow," Jongin walks home with a stupid grin on his face an a spring in his step.
...
After he gets home, throws the bag of Chinese takeout in Sehun's general direction and takes a shower, he sits in front of his computer, staring at the google translate webpage with the card where his "homework" and Kyungsoo's number is written in his left hand and his phone in his right.
"You can do this," Jongin repeats to himself, staring determinedly at the screen in front of him. "You can do this, Kim Jongin."
He puts down the phone and card, and types the phrase into the text box. He waits for the page to translate it, silently cursing his crappy internet connection while he waits, and when the results appear on the screen in bold, black letters, his jaw drops.
With clammy hands and trembling fingers, he types in the translated phrase and Kyungsoo's number, thumb hovering over the 'send' button before tapping it.
There's a pounding in Jongin's ears as he waits for Kyungsoo's reply. He can hear Sehun calling him from the living room, but he ignores him just because it's Sehun and no one listens to Sehun. When Jongin feels the anxiety make him light-headed and nauseous, his phone beeps and he shakily grabs it.
"me too. want to have lunch after the exam?" is Kyungsoo's reply, and Jongin, believe it or not, can't wait for his French finals tomorrow.
...
Sehun barges into Jongin's room when the latter won't listen to his yells of "Jongin, the sink is broken," and glares at the boy wrapped in several blankets, giggling at his phone like a lovesick teenage girl.
What catches Sehun's attention though is what's on Jongin's computer screen, glaring black letters and all.
"I'm falling in love with you," Sehun reads, deadpan. "What does that mean? Jongin?"
Jongin ignores him, still giggling while typing something fervently into his phone, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.
"Oy, Jongin, listen to me," Sehun drawls, tugging at Jongin's blankets like a child and pointing at the computer screen. "What does that mean? Hey!"
Jongin tells Sehun to 'casse-toi' and feels good about it.
a/n: write this after reading a post on facebook about something that happened in my university. i don't like how it turned out, but the people who requested it *ehempau&nasehem* do so, whatevs.
oh also FIRST KAISOO EVER OHAI
i'm a bad kaisoo shipper for not writing them sooner sob
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