[team one] can't hardly wait (1/2)

[lotusk]

Canon fic where Jongin can’t resist Joonmyun in his white button-down and black pants and white mask. . .crowded airport be damned (the first instalment of part 4 of my Masked series)

Strategy to get across a heinously crowded airport. . .Jongin needed one desperately, because there were too many people milling around and the black mask was stifling and Jongin was finding it difficult to breathe. He'd never liked airports and if he hadn't liked going places when he was a boy? If his job didn't require it? He wouldn't be anywhere near an airport now. But as things went, they were expected in Tokyo for the SM Town concert, so here they were. Too many people. Too many people between Joonmyun and him, and when Jongin was feeling antsy, he hated having Joonmyun further than an arm's length away. He could see him in the distance--so slim and handsome in his pristine, short-sleeved button down and black slacks. The chunky black D on his shirt looked like some kind of crest from here and Joonmyun looked like an unbearably attractive schoolboy; it made Jongin want to take him for a walk along the quay, with their hands linked together. Joonmyun always insisted he wasn't a romantic but Jongin knew better. Joonmyun was oblivious to Jongin as he chatted with sunbaes Minho and Changmin. Someone said something that made him laugh, and Joonmyun's laugh lines appeared--eyes crinkling above the white mask he wore. Jongin couldn't see the smile on his face, but he saw the one in his eyes and felt a pang in his chest. He knew he had nothing to be jealous about but he resented the sunbaes a little anyway. Joonmyun's expression suddenly turned somber and Jongin watched, a little worried, as Joonmyun raised his fingers to his mouth, pulling the breathable white fabric away from his lips. Maybe he felt the weight of Jongin's stare or maybe it was just pure coincidence but Joonmyun looked up in his direction. And a mixture of heat and tenderness burnt in Jongin's chest when their eyes met because Joonmyun had given him the same intense look that morning when Jongin had woken him up with a firm palm over his morning wood. With their insane work schedule, Jongin lived for stolen moments like these--free of dance rehearsals and concert performances and the lack of privacy that went with living with ten other dudes. But now they were back in the harsh glare of the public eye with flashbulbs going off and people gawking. Changmin was clapping Joonmyun on the shoulder as they chatted and laughed, but Joonmyun's eyes continued to track him, even when Minho pointed at his ankles as if to say dude, what happened to your socks? Jongin smirked at the sight of Joonmyun's bare ankles. Jongin had been furious that morning when he discovered Jongin had removed all the socks from the drawers they shared and hidden them God only knew where. No matter how much he had begged and threatened, Jongin had refused to tell—distracting him with lazy kisses and throaty chuckles instead. He loved Joonmyun's ankles—the slender, bony shape of them and how smooth his pale skin felt beneath his roaming fingertips. And there was something about seeing those ankles exposed outside their room which made Jongin want to— Then there was no time for thinking about pretty ankles as he finally completed his trajectory and rested his chin on Joonmyun's right shoulder. Their sunbaes didn't even blink; they were so used to Jongin being affectionate with his hyung. "I think you need to buy some socks," Jongin said, apologizing to Minho and Changmin that manager hyung had given them only twenty minutes to shop so they had to be fast. "Why the hell did you hide my socks if you were just gonna buy me a pair anyway?" "Who says I'm buying you socks?" Jongin smiled mysteriously as he pulled Joonmyun by the hand to the Commes des Garçons store. Not bothering to explain, Jongin randomly grabbed shirts off hangers with one hand while hanging onto Joonmyun's hand with the other. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Joonmyun grumbled. His mouth was concealed behind the white mask but Jongin knew exactly what his worried, slightly pouty frown looked like. And he loved the thing his eyebrows did when he was anxious. "It depends. . .on whether you have a sense of adventure," Jongin winked mischievously as he pulled Joonmyun into an empty fitting room and bolted the door shut. "What're you--?" Joonmyun whispered, both confused and amused. "Shhh. . ." Jongin said as he let the hangers drop in a messy pile on the clothed bench. Lacing their fingers together, Jongin edged Joonmyun forward till his back was right up against the wall. "I missed you, hyung," Jongin whispered, his mouth sliding over his neck.

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