Varying Shades of Opinion
Title: Varying Shades of Opinion
Pairing: Jin/Toma/Yamapi
Rating: G
Summary: [548 words] Juniors go shopping. For teacup79, because I promised it for her birthday a really, really long time ago.
It’s not your face, Jin says, as Toma jerks his chin up and down at the mirror, lips pursed uncomfortably, unhappy lines drawing between his brows. The sunglasses sit awkwardly on Toma’s awkward face, over his awkward expression and on the crinkle of his awkward nose.
I never look good in them, he says. His voice is carefully flat, but Jin notes the taint of resentment directed inwards as he watches the way Toma’s eyes move behind the tinted plastic. They sink down towards his feet like the pair of shades might suddenly bestow him with the ability to see his toes through his scuffed shoes. Toma takes the shades off and sets them back on the counter.
Jin takes a step forward as Toma takes a step back from the racks of shades, brows knit and eyes faraway. Even the salesgirl seems to catch the inappropriateness of artful flattery and smiles a smallish smile before walking away, a demure let me know if you need me evident in her gait.
Hey, Jin leans an elbow on Toma's shoulder in his casual manner, picking another pair from its perch and putting them on in a flourish. This suits me, I think.
Their eyes meet in the only tiny dirty mirror in the store, and Toma doesn't keep the awe from his voice. You look good in everything, he can't help but smile as Jin quirks his lips into a petulant pout, posing for an imaginary camera and invisible fangirls by putting the peace sign to his face.
Jin bends over to pick up another, and before Toma even wonders why, he slides the shades onto his face. There you go, and Toma feels Jin smoothing his thumbs over the corner of his eyes, over his temples and over the shells of his ears. Somehow he manages to reign in the urge to jump, only a shiver running down his spine, stuttering out what did you do that for. He looks into the mirror and finds himself wearing the same pair of shades as Jin.
Nyah nyah, Yamapi pipes up from behind them, Jin is a copy-cat, stealing your look~, his hair pushed up and out of his face by an obnoxious pair of bug-eyed shades.
It's not your face, Jin says again, it's just you. His smile is mega-watt and full of teeth, shining with sincerity.
But -- Toma's face is awkward again, a flash of insecurity between his brows.
You look good. Yamapi drawls into both their ears, leaning into them with arms draped over their shoulders, threatening to topple them forward and possibly overindulge all of them in a pile of shades.
Hey, hey! You're heavy, gedoff! Jin flails as Yamapi takes out his knees from behind by bending his own, that old trick, and they all stagger forward, yelping and making a racket and only narrowing avoiding making an expensive mess.
Toma smiles sheepishly at the salesgirl when she comes over to them in a hurry, I'll get this, shoving the shades into her hands and fumbling for his wallet. Yamapi grins. Jin notes the new tone of confidence in the short laugh that accompanies the request.
Me too, he says, laughing as Yamapi smacks him and whines get your own personality! before picking up his own pair, now it won't matter if we mix our things up.
Pairing: Jin/Toma/Yamapi
Rating: G
Summary: [548 words] Juniors go shopping. For teacup79, because I promised it for her birthday a really, really long time ago.
It’s not your face, Jin says, as Toma jerks his chin up and down at the mirror, lips pursed uncomfortably, unhappy lines drawing between his brows. The sunglasses sit awkwardly on Toma’s awkward face, over his awkward expression and on the crinkle of his awkward nose.
I never look good in them, he says. His voice is carefully flat, but Jin notes the taint of resentment directed inwards as he watches the way Toma’s eyes move behind the tinted plastic. They sink down towards his feet like the pair of shades might suddenly bestow him with the ability to see his toes through his scuffed shoes. Toma takes the shades off and sets them back on the counter.
Jin takes a step forward as Toma takes a step back from the racks of shades, brows knit and eyes faraway. Even the salesgirl seems to catch the inappropriateness of artful flattery and smiles a smallish smile before walking away, a demure let me know if you need me evident in her gait.
Hey, Jin leans an elbow on Toma's shoulder in his casual manner, picking another pair from its perch and putting them on in a flourish. This suits me, I think.
Their eyes meet in the only tiny dirty mirror in the store, and Toma doesn't keep the awe from his voice. You look good in everything, he can't help but smile as Jin quirks his lips into a petulant pout, posing for an imaginary camera and invisible fangirls by putting the peace sign to his face.
Jin bends over to pick up another, and before Toma even wonders why, he slides the shades onto his face. There you go, and Toma feels Jin smoothing his thumbs over the corner of his eyes, over his temples and over the shells of his ears. Somehow he manages to reign in the urge to jump, only a shiver running down his spine, stuttering out what did you do that for. He looks into the mirror and finds himself wearing the same pair of shades as Jin.
Nyah nyah, Yamapi pipes up from behind them, Jin is a copy-cat, stealing your look~, his hair pushed up and out of his face by an obnoxious pair of bug-eyed shades.
It's not your face, Jin says again, it's just you. His smile is mega-watt and full of teeth, shining with sincerity.
But -- Toma's face is awkward again, a flash of insecurity between his brows.
You look good. Yamapi drawls into both their ears, leaning into them with arms draped over their shoulders, threatening to topple them forward and possibly overindulge all of them in a pile of shades.
Hey, hey! You're heavy, gedoff! Jin flails as Yamapi takes out his knees from behind by bending his own, that old trick, and they all stagger forward, yelping and making a racket and only narrowing avoiding making an expensive mess.
Toma smiles sheepishly at the salesgirl when she comes over to them in a hurry, I'll get this, shoving the shades into her hands and fumbling for his wallet. Yamapi grins. Jin notes the new tone of confidence in the short laugh that accompanies the request.
Me too, he says, laughing as Yamapi smacks him and whines get your own personality! before picking up his own pair, now it won't matter if we mix our things up.