Oh my goodness I love Metamorphosis Jazz Band's Godot - Fragrance of Dark Coffee that I kept on playing it on repeat for weeks now. This song is smooth, dark, and rich. Just like the name implies, right?Imagine, if you will, you're in a jazz club. It's late, and the club's about to close for the night. Before the band packs up their equipment and goes home, they dedicate one last song to everyone still listening. A few couples romantically slow-dance on the floor, while the employees sweep underneath tables and wipe down the bar for the night. That same understated finality, underscored with a tinge of melancholy, is present in this song. It's beautiful, though.Yeaahh. I'm feeling hiiigh thinking about it. :)Then I got inspired. By coffee, despite my dislike of coffees. Bleh. And I finally got it finished after many sleepless nights. MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! *twitches* *mouth foaming*[Note : And the above temporary mental shortcircuit is the result of countless sleepless nights and less than 3 hours of sleep. Please do not try this at home.]Coffee
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: Romance
Summary: You remembered meeting him for the third time and still, you couldn’t figure out whether he likes coffee or not.- It's not the usual love story because it's ours -
Blame fate for her devious plans.
The café’s doorbell rang and you looked up from your cleaning, straightening your crumpled uniform as you watched a young man entering the small but cosy space. You were amused by the way he took slow but steady steps towards the counter.
He was buried in his thick book that you wondered if he was walking with his full attention on the book, if so, you were amazed that he was still in one piece. He wasn’t a student, you noted, just wearing a plain shirt which mentioned nothing about his status.
“May I take your order?” You prodded gently as he stood in front of the cashier, head still buried under the thick book. You frowned when he pulled out a dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over to you.
“One cup of mocha please.” He muttered softly and you had to strain yourself before you could hear him and you nodded your head, taking the money and proceeded to make his order.
Five minutes later, he walked out of the café with a cup of mocha in his left hand, mind still deep into the book. And you could only conclude that he was a nerd. With a shrug, you went back to cleaning the counter, resuming your job.
Nothing fazes you anymore since you worked in this café.
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It’s only co-incidence and nothing more.
The second time you saw him wasn’t at the café you worked in but at a convention on pianos. You were browsing through the catalogue, searching for a new piano to replace your old worn one.
Then you saw it, a white piano standing at the corner of the whole exhibition and you felt yourself being pulled towards it. It was nothing special, just a normal instrument but somehow you felt that it held so much more potential than those expensive ones.
“Good choice.”
You turned around, surprised when a man stared at the piano, touching his thick-framed red glasses which you figured out must be a habit. And somehow, you didn’t know why you felt irritated that he was staring at the same piano that you were going to buy.
“I want to buy it.” You gave out a hint of warning, and he nodded his head.
With a shrug, he patted your shoulders and you wanted to shout at him for being so rude. What kind of stranger patted another man’s shoulders? He must be crazy or introvert, you wondered silently to yourself.
“That’s why I say it’s a good choice.” He smiled and he walked away. Then something struck you, the way he walked, the cautious footsteps that he was taking.
He was the same nerd that you had met a few days ago.
It’s not fate, you muttered to yourself.
---
People come and go because that’s life.
The third time you met him was at the café, strangely, you had the feeling that he would be there today and your sixth sense was never wrong. It wasn’t a surprise when he walked in but this time he didn’t have his thick book or a catalogue in his hands. There was nothing he was holding and you had to admit that it was strange to see him this way.
He walked up towards you, giving you a slow smile and you replied with one of yours. He ordered a cup of black coffee and a piece of toast before moving to a seat. You guessed he would be here for a while and you wondered why.
You didn’t have to guess long because ten minutes later while he was sitting comfortably with his order, the doorbell rang once again and a woman came in. She was wearing a dress, with a matching handbag and you knew that she was the new model for the top-fashion magazine, ‘Hazied’.
What was she doing here? You were surprised when she took a seat in front of him and you could see him smiling at her. You frowned, not knowing what was going on the other side of the café.
Then you realized that it wasn’t your business to care. You were just an employee at the café and you should be working instead of snooping around other people’s business. With a stupid smirk, you resumed back your work, whistling your favourite tune.
But once again, your attention was turned towards him when the woman stood up, the chair screeching against the floor. Other people wouldn’t think that it was unusual but from the way she was dressing, you knew it was not normal for her to do something so ‘unlady-like’.
And the moment you looked up, you saw the glint of anger in her eyes as she walked out of the door. You couldn’t help but felt uncomfortable when you met his gaze and he shrugged his shoulders. A moment later, he too walked out of the door, his coffee untouched.
You wonder if he even likes coffee at all.
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Life isn’t about candies or happy endings describe by the fairytales.
You went home to a neighbour cussing at another neighbour and the stray cats scratching on the old walls. It was nothing unusual; you had grown in this kind of living conditions. Gangsters or mobs lived a floor below you and you had your flat being broken into once because they had gotten the wrong address.
What could you do? You could barely afford to pay the rent to this place with the pathetic wage that you had, working at the café. It was hard to juggle between studying for the master degree at night while working in the day, cleaning the dozens of used cups and glasses.
Without much ado, you entered your small apartment, watching your beloved new piano at the corner of the tight space. You knew that it might be stolen, but you didn’t know what you would do without playing the instrument for a day.
The usual tunes filled the air as you touched the keyboards, trying to fight the din that your surroundings were making. Half-way through a music sheet, you lighted a cigarette, inhaling the smoke.
There were only two things that made your life worthwhile; playing the piano and smoking. And thus, you were lucky enough to have both.
It was enough for you. You didn’t want anything else but this.
Kim Junsu preferred life this way.
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Surprises come in many forms.
You found him sitting on your doorstep when you wanted to throw the rubbish out. It was surprising to see him leaning against the peeling paint of the wall, humming what appeared to be a slow tune. For a while, you could only greet his presence with a gaping mouth until you found him tilting his head to look at you.
“What-t? Why are you here?” You stuttered, your eyes widening in shock as you saw him standing up, brushing away the non-existent dust. With a smile, he reached out his hand like a polite gentleman.
“I’m Park Yoochun.” He introduced himself and you clasped his hand tight, nodding your head. “I follow you back home today, I’m sorry.” He bowed down in apology and you finally noticed that he was wearing a three-piece suit, his tie was crooked, was he back from work?
“Did I owe you something?” You asked him, frowning. As far as you were concerned, you had managed to fulfil his order and had given him the correct change.
He shook his head, smiling sheepishly. “I want to talk to you but never get the chance to. I thought I might as well follow you home.” He shrugged as though it wasn’t bizarre at all in following you home.
“Why didn’t you ring my bell then if you have taken the time to follow me home?” You continued asking him and he could only shrugged his shoulders, showing that he didn’t know the answer to your question.
And what else could you do besides asking him to come in?
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Turn around when you are sure that you have nothing to lose.
You made coffee, the strongest and blackest of all because you liked it that way. Even with his two visits to the café, you still didn’t manage to figure out type of coffee he liked.
“I hope you like black coffee.” You replied with a smile as you passed him a mug filled with the beverage you had just made a few minutes ago. He gave you a grateful smile as you sat opposite to him, sipping your own mug of coffee. “Mind telling me why you are here?” You asked him, going straight to the point.
“I don’t know.” He replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. “I just feel like following you, that’s all.” He made a non-committal sound as he took another sip of the coffee.
“Do you always follow strangers home without knowing why?” You asked, frowning and if he replied with a yes, you should really be calling a mental hospital because he desperately need some help.
“I wonder sometimes…” He replied as he stood up and walked towards your beloved piano. You wanted to retort, saying that no one but you could touch this precious instrument but you saw his fingers ghosting over the keys with utmost care just like you did and you found yourself staring at him. “…why must human know about every single detail when they meet a stranger? Couldn’t we just meet and talk without being a FBI agent towards each other?”
“That would be hard since you followed me home.” You pointed out the obvious and you could see again the careless shrug that he threw. Finally he sat down and played a tune, you didn’t know what the title was but it was catchy.
“Let’s just say I’m a being full of surprises.” He replied as he drowned himself into the world of music.
And you had to give him full points for saying that.
---
Don’t go digging about things you don’t know about.
There was this saying that you should never delve into things that you are not sure about.
But then, you weren’t the kind of guy who followed some stupid sayings. The both of you had become close, somehow you had managed to notice his way of doing things, always with care and steadiness. It was as though he tried so hard not to fail.
He had never asked you about things that you didn’t want to say. In a way, there was an unknown limit to your friendship but you decided to breach it today. This one question had been gnawing you from the moment he stepped into your apartment.
“That day, there’s this woman with you, she seemed angry when she left.” You replied softly and you noticed the automatic stiffening of his body as he stopped playing with the metal spoon. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You muttered softly, feeling guilty that you had asked such a personal question to your new friend.
There was a tense silence following your sentence. He kept staring hard at the metal spoon, as though willing the spoon to move by itself. “It’s ok; people keep asking me that too. She’s my sister.” He laughed when he saw the surprise etched upon your face. “People are always surprise when I said that, a top model has a nerdy brother; that has to be funny. But it’s just me. She wants me to do something for her that day.”
You frowned when he said that, it was as though he had wanted to say something but couldn’t fathom the words out. “Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered, trying to give him a helping hand.
“You want to know the reason why I follow you that night?” He asked as he tapped his fingers on the table’s surface. “Let me tell you about this story. There’s this girl who liked coffee, so much till she will search for the best coffee shops. One day, while going through a small town, she found this cute café, tucked in between a butcher shop and a sandwich shop. But the reason why she enter is not because of the coffee itself, it’s because of this one guy who is cleaning a table facing the window. To make a long story short, it’s love at first sight.”
“I-I…is that guy me?” You stuttered, horrified at his sudden story.
“So the girl begs her brother to find out more about this guy and so he did since he loved his baby sister more than himself. The brother then walked into the café, too many times but didn’t make such a big impact unless he wanted to be noticed. The café boy didn’t really notice the brother since he’s a big nerd and so the brother continues watching the boy from afar.” He replied and you started to feel pretty much freaked out. “But then he realizes something important and decides to tell his sister about it. When the sister heard the truth, she became very angry and decided to disown her own brother.” He whispered the bitter truth and you didn’t know what to say to make it better. It was as though a big rock was being pushed down your throat.
“I-I…”
“It’s a twisted story; you want to know why, Su?” He asked, chuckling as though he was telling some stupid story that should be laughed at. “It’s because instead of introducing the café boy to his sister, he was so stupid as to fall in love with the boy.” And if this didn’t knock you out cold, you didn’t know what would.
You watched as he pulled a dollar bill out of his pocket, gave you a sad smile before standing up to leave the café.
And still, you didn’t know what to say.
---
Take the leap with me, my perfect stranger.
He didn’t come to the café for a month till you began to doubt that you would ever meet him again. Deep inside, you felt this foreign feeling, as though it was sucking you into this big hole that you could never come out of.
You were missing him, badly.
He was there for you always, chatting with you, in these mere months of friendship with him, you had found this eternal friend that you could never find anywhere. But your conscious was mocking you. ‘It’ knew the big difference between love and friendship.
You loved him, the sinking feeling the moment you heard him walking away from you. You wanted to say that it wasn’t this stupid emotion; you were just shocked at the sudden turn of events. But it wasn’t.
You knew this feeling since the moment he had stepped into the café. It just took you a moment to figure that one out.
It was raining right now as you stared out of the starry window; there wasn’t a single star that you could see under the hazy vision. You pressed your forehead against the cold window, feeling as though you were never going to be complete.
Why must he torture you this way? Why couldn’t you breathe now without seeing him? The first tear fell; this feeling of missing someone really was breaking your heart. You couldn’t describe it, this horrible feeling, you wanted it to go away badly but you didn’t know how to.
Then you heard it, the soft thud on your front door. Something wasn’t right, you thought to yourself. You didn’t expect anyone but yourself. With cautious step, you took a peek through the peep hole.
Within seconds, you pull opened the door, revealing a very wet Yoochun.
“Why are you here?” You replied in a calm manner when you let him into the apartment, watching as he clamped his hands together, trying to introduce friction. You took one look at him and frowned. “You. Toilet. Now.” You muttered as you his arm and dragged him bodily to the bathroom
What the hell were you going to do about this?
---
Why let go when you can’t anyway?
In a few minutes, he was wearing your clothes, a pair of pants and sleeveless shirt. His hair was wet from the shower he had taken earlier. You passed him a mug of black coffee and you sat opposite him, watching as he took slow sips from the beverage.
“Why are you here?” You whispered; trying to act casual about it but your eyes betrayed you. “Do you like rain so much till you take a shower in it?” You couldn’t help but commented on the incident.
“The rain helps me to think better.” He shrugged his shoulders, not at all bothered by your sarcasm. “How are you doing?”
You didn’t know how to answer that. Should you lie and said that you were doing fine without him when you had been shedding tears because you missed him? Or should you tell the truth and be cursed for breaking a pair of siblings up?
“Fine.” You answered simply, not wanting to delve more into the question. “You?”
“It’s a good thing then.” He nodded his head as he put the mug on the table between the both of you. “I would be going off then.” He replied as he stood up, giving you another smile of his.
“What-t? Are you telling me that you are here to know how I have been doing?” You muttered, once again couldn’t’ help but put sarcasm in your voice.
He nodded his head even though he knew it was the most stupid reasoning that you had ever heard. “I just want to ask that.” He replied; his back on you but you knew how hard it was for him to say that.
“That’s all?” You whispered, hoping that he could say more, anything to wipe this terrible feeling inside your heart.
“Then what do you want me to say, Su-ah?” He lashed out on you as he whipped around, seeing you with teary eyes. “Should I say that I have been going to the stupid tasteless cheesecake shop so that I could see you just across the road? Should I say that every night, I miss you so much that I play the piano till I fall asleep? Should I say how much my life has stopped, as though I’m useless without you?” He replied, trying to wipe away the angry tears that were flowing down his cheeks. “You are fine without me and I will continue my life with that! I’ll live with that even though it kills me because I don’t expect anything when I say I love you. I don’t.” He seemed so defeated when he took a step back away from you but you felt as though he had taken a hundred steps away.
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he said those words. You took a step towards him and he frowned to see that. And when you were in front of him, all that you could ever do was to smile, you had wanted to say so many things to him but right now, words didn’t matter.
“And I love you too.” You whispered as you leaned in towards him, pressing your lips into his.
There were many things that you didn’t know about him. Heck, you still didn’t know if he likes coffee or not. But one thing would continue to bond the both of you together and that’s the love you have for each other.
And Kim Junsu didn’t need anything more than that.
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Ugh. Writing this hurts me. Fullstop. Jack Sparrow. Siiigh. I hate you for making me miss you so much. But let me see him again. If it's possible. *pulls hair roughly*
Labels: fanfiction, Junsu, Yoochun, YooSu
[FICLET] Some...Yamabu fic. Untitled.
I seriously can't get enough of PIN~ YamaPi + Jin = rabu rabuSiiigh. This one is a draft, so it ain't finished. It is finished baru tadi. But I don't think the ending is good. I suck at it. I suck at description. I can't even write a good kissing scene!
Ah well. Title is... unknown. Ah yeah, I suck at making titles too. I'm a failure~! And it's rated um, I don't know how to rate too! *emos somewhere* But it has rough Pi and a clueless Jin(as always). And Pi dominates!
TONIGHT WE WILL DINE IN HELL!!!!
Err that was just plain random. Couldn't think of anything better to end an introduction.
*
"YES!" 14-year-old Akanishi Jin cheers as he watches the last basketball fall into the hoop flawlessly. He turns to his best friend who is currently pouting, a basketball still in his hands. "I win again," he says, smirking at the younger boy. He walks over to the stand next to it and picks out a stuffed animal (a panda) and adds it to his bulging bag of prizes he had won that entire day. It must be my lucky day, he thinks as he lugs the bag home with him, walking alongside a quiet Yamashita Tomohisa.
Jin animatedly recounts most of the day's games, his voice not hiding the excitement he was feeling from having won so much in one day when usually he's the loser at the end of these games. Beside him though, Yamapi has not said a single word in reply.
"Pi?" Jin asks, when he realizes that the boy appears lost in his thoughts.
"Hmm?" Yamapi grunts out, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head staring down at the ground. He looks up, his eyes slightly dulled over and Jin frowns.
"Ne," he says, stopping in his tracks and rummaging through his bag.
"Jin, what are you doing?" Yamapi asks, his voice curious as he stops beside his best friend.
Jin finally finds what he's been looking for and picks out a plushie of Tuxedo Mask. "Ne, you can have this! I know you think he's cool and all and well, I have too much already."
Yamapi stares at the plushie in front of him and then looks into Jin's anxious face. However, the reaction from the younger boy isn't exactly what Jin is expecting. He glares at Jin as he snaps, "Taking pity on me? Just because I lost today doesn't mean you have to act as though I'm so pathetic I'll take the scraps from my best friend."
"Wha?" Jin starts, his heart pounding as he watches Yamapi's glare get darker. "That's not-" he starts, but is cut off.
"I don't need to take this from you," he snips, turns on his heel and then dashes away, leaving Jin frozen in his spot with his arm still outstretched and the plushie in his hand.
Jin's shoulders droop as he puts the plushie back into the bag and lifts his bag up and clutches it to himself. He hadn't meant it like that, not in the least. He had just thought he'd do a nice thing, like whenever Yamapi won, he'd always give one of the prizes to Jin and thought he could finally do the same. He trudges all the way home, kicking rocks and little puppies alike, minus the puppies, of course.
He enters the house, muttering out a weak "Tadaima" and rushes up into his room to avoid any questions from his mom. He can hear a faint "Jin!" coming from his mom, but he promptly ignores it.
Throwing open the door to his room, he expects to be able to toss the bag aside and just flop onto his bed, but he's extremely mistaken when he finds Yamapi sitting on top of his bed, staring at a spot on his wall while eating some popcorn from a bowl on his lap. Jin promptly drops the bag in front of him.
Jin stares for a long minute, blinking and then goes "Pi?" a second later. The younger boy doesn't react to the comment at all, and Jin knows that he's just being stubborn again. The older boy sighs, moving to pick up the bag and tossing all the fallen plushies back into it.
Crunch. Crunch.
Looking up, Jin sees Yamapi casually plopping in the popcorn into his mouth like this is nothing and that he's not in Jin's room, getting on Jin's nerves with his little silent act.
Crunch. Crunch-crunch-crunch.
Jin manages to put the bag aside without attacking Yamapi at the irritating sound of crunching popcorn in his mouth, but when he goes "Pi?" a second time and Yamapi doesn't react, he snaps. He moves to grab the bowl, his hands tugging on one end of the bowl.
Quickly, the fury in Yamapi's eyes comes back as his hands automatically move to take it back. The two struggle a little with the bowl, making it into a mini-tug of war battle when the bowl slips from both their hands and lands all over Jin's bed. The buttered-popcorn scatters onto his sheets and onto the floor and the two stare at each other for a long minute.
"Now look at what you did!" They snap at the same time, identical glares on both of their faces. Jin grunts a little, lying back on the rug in his room and he tries desperately to hold himself back from strangling the younger boy.
Yamapi grunts in reply, falling back onto Jin's bed and ignoring the crunch of the popcorn beneath him when his body hit the bed.
It's silent between the two for a long while, to the point that Jin could've sworn that at least half an hour passed without any dialogue being shared between them.
"I'm sorry," Yamapi mutters out, breaking their silence and then he leans over to his side and still not looking at Jin at all.
Jin sits up abruptly, not sure if he was hearing things or not. "Wait, what?"
Yamapi purposely keeps away from Jin's gaze, trying to look at any spot other than his eyes and mutters again, albeit a little louder this time, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry; I can't hear you." Jin snaps, crawling over to his bed and trying to get closer to Yamapi.
This time, Yamapi turns his head and faces Jin, eyes on eyes. "I'm. Sorry," he repeats, this time loud and clear.
Jin stares and then a smile grows on his face. "It's okay, Pi." He turns over, leaning back on the side of his bed. "You're a sore loser, I understand."
Yamapi growls behind him, "I am not!" he exclaims, smacking Jin in the head with one of his pillows.
Jin is laughing when he falls back against the floor, ignoring, as Yamapi did, the crunching of the popcorn underneath him. "Who'd've thought you'd be such a brat when you lost?"
Yamapi huffs, "Shut up." He moves to lie beside Jin and the two lay next to each other, the silence in the room more comfortable than it had been in a long while.
"...Still want that plushie?" Jin asks, one arm behind his head.
A pillow smacks him on the face in reply. "Not Tuxedo Mask, baka. I never said he was cool," Yamapi snaps with a roll of his eyes.
"Ahhh, must be mixing you up with someone else." Jin leans over to his side so he can look at Yamapi and the younger boy moves to do the same. "But you can definitely take any one that you want."
Yamapi's smile is comforting to him. "Thanks, Jin. I appreciate it."
Jin smiles back, "No problem."
The smile changes to a wicked grin as Yamapi says, "But next time, I won't have to take one of your plushies because I'll be winning my own and you'll be the one asking one from me."
Jin hits Yamapi in the face with the pillow and the two collapse on the floor in laughter.
*
"Akanishi-kun!" A girl's voice coos as he walks down the street with his best friend.
Jin, now at the ripe age of 21, flashes her one of his best smiles, giving her a small wave as well, and she turns to her friend, squealing in excitement. A block later, it happens again. Only this time, it's two girls and this time, Jin actually knows them. He can hear Yamapi "tsk" and can just see the male rolling his eyes as he listens to Jin flirt with the girls. It's a common enough occurence for Jin that he's surprised when Yamapi curtly excuses himself and heads off without giving Jin any heed.
Jin stares at Yamapi's departing back, biting at his lip as he looked from the girls to Yamapi, then back to the girls. "Yamapi!" he calls out, but the boy doesn't turn around. Jin's eyebrows furrows together as he continues to stare at Yamapi walking away. He turns to the girls, his face with apology written all over it, "Sorry, I should go see what's the matter. See you tomorrow?" He runs off before hearing their apology, but he's sure they'll agree. (He was Akanishi Jin, after all.)
By the time that Jin has caught up to Yamapi, the male's already inside of Jin's house, sitting on his bed... With popcorn in his lap. Jin blinks for a second and then tries to keep calm, assuring himself that this does not mean what he thinks it means. (And how'd he get there so quickly and cook popcorn? Did he have some hidden supply somewhere that Jin just didn't know about?)
"You know, I could definitely hook you up with one of the girls," Jin says casually, tossing his back-pack wherever and throwing himself against the floor, leaning against one of the sides of the bed. "I know you have a thing for girls with big breasts, and you have to admit that Sakura does have them. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance to date the famous Yamashita Tomohisa." Jin leans back on his elbows and tilts his head back far enough so he can get a good look at Yamapi's face.
He only finds Yamapi still crunching annoyingly (a sound that never ceases to piss Jin off) on popcorn and is still staring at the wall blankly.
"Tomohisa," Jin calls and Yamapi just pops another kernel into his mouth.
"Yamashita," he snaps, turning his whole body around to get a good look at Yamapi. "Will you stop eating and talk to me already?" The male still doesn't react and Jin always did have a short fuse.
"Damn it, Pi! You keep doing this!" Jin picks up a random plushie from the floor and throws it at the younger male on his bed. "We're not kids anymore. You have got to stop giving me the silent treatment whenever you're pissed at me!"
Yamapi's glare almost causes Jin to lose his nerve.
"No, Pi," Jin snaps, his glare matching Yamapi's. "For once, you're going to have to say something and not stay silent for over half an hour."
Yamapi huffs, snatching the pillow he had been lying on and throws it at Jin's head. Jin ducks to avoid it and looks back up only to find Yamapi had moved in front of him. He leans forward against his hands which rest at Jin's sides. Jin arches back slightly, feeling his back ache from the uncomfortable position. Yamapi whispers softly with a tinge of darkness to it, "Do you really want to know what the problem is, Jin?" His breath mixes with Jin's and Jin takes in a deep breath unconsciously, inhaling all that is Yamapi.
"Yes," Jin murmurs. They lock eyes and the world freezes for Jin. All he can focus on is on the male in front of him, who is breathing on him and whose warm breath is tickling his nose. His eyes dart to focus on Yamapi's and he follows the line of his nose to his eyes which haven't blinked once and the thought causes Jin to blink. In that one second, Yamapi pounces, his lips press against Jin's and Jin falls back on the floor in shock.
Yamapi is persistent though and he presses against Jin's body as he leans forward, trying to keep their lips from separating. Jin's hands move to push the boy off of him, but when Yamapi's tongue pokes at his lips and Jin gasps in reaction, causing Yamapi to plunge his tongue into his mouth, his hands stop trying to push and instead are tugging at Yamapi to get closer.
They separate and Jin opens his eyes to find Yamapi still on top of him. He suddenly acutely aware of the fact that his hands are clutching at the front of Yamapi's shirt and Jin just blinks dumbly. "Um," he says after a long uncomfortable pause.
"That's my problem," Yamapi whispers, his eyes looking more vulnerable than Jin thinks he's ever seen them. "And I can't help it anymore." He moves to get up, but Jin doesn't let go. Instead, Jin tugs him forward and when Yamapi collapses against Jin's body, Jin throws his arms around the younger male.
"Then, don't worry about it any longer," Jin mutters into Yamapi's hair, his hands tangling in the black hair that he always found soft and was pleased to find that it actually was. "This is one thing that you definitely won't have to throw a tantrum over." When he feels Yamapi's hands gripping at Jin's shirt, Jin looks down to find Yamapi staring back at him. Jin flashes him a smile and the younger male snorts and rolls his eyes.
"I guess not," Yamapi says, leaning his head against Jin's chest and listening to the sound of his heart beat. "I guess not."
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