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writetomyheart2015-09-26 10:02 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-09-26 10:02 am
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[team sonic] special J
First words from Shower. I LOOKED AT THE EMAIL AND I STILL MADE IT. *gasps out of breath"
The title, if you haven't already realized and smacked me, is a play on Special K cereal and a Placebo song by the same title.
He swallows it all in one wet gulp, running his tongue over his lips to catch a trickle of milk, and Jeongguk makes a face.
"You're kind of gross, Seokjin," he says, eyeing the bowl of cereal that had been only slighty less then half full before he'd lifted a huge spoonful, practically a ladle, of cereal and milk out of it and slid it into his mouth. It hadn't been gross at all, actually. Jeongguk had watched with a kind of coiled up curiosity in his chest, blooming into something a little less innocent, a little less temporary.
"He's always like that," Yoongi mumbles, not even bothering to look up from his phone, and Jeongguk ignores him. Seokjin is not attractive when he's eating, Jeongguk doesn't watch him with a kind of entranced dismay every time they meet up in the cafeteria or sit across from each other in a restaurant.
Seokjin is just Seokjin, nice until you push him, broad shoulders and a face that's far too pretty for—Jeongguk stops that dangerous train of thoughts in its tracks. Seokjin is just Seokjin, graduate student at the same university Jeongguk is getting his undergrad at, part of the same loose circle of friends, a person who doesn't ever do anything more than occasionally ruffle fingers through his hair when he's pulled an overnighter to finish a paper he's been putting off and is nodding into his salad at lunch. He's nothing more than that.
"So what is it with you and Seokjin?" Taehyung had asked, sprawled over his bed and flipping through his manga collection, and Jeongguk hadn't even bothered to answer the question, merely snatching his prized copies of Naruto back from the devil incarnate and slipping them safely into the safe he kept for reasons like this, because Taehyung was friends with Namjoon and Namjoon could magically break everything.
Jeongguk realizes, blinking and coming back to himself with a start, that Seokjin is staring at him over the table. He flushes, glancing away at the window, even though there's nothing to see, unless you can count Taehyung running after Namjoon, waving some kind of flyer. Jeongguk promptly erases the image from his memory.
"Earth to Jeongguk," Seokjin grins, and Jeongguk makes the mistake of looking back towards him, caught off guard by the mention of his name, it's a reflex, nothting more, he'll argue later, but Seokjin's bottom lip is still shiny from the milk and his tongue and Jeongguk swallows.
"Hi," he says, hoarsely, mentally face-palming himself and hoping that the ground will open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole, but Seokjin just winks and runs his tongue over his lips again and Jeongguk realizes he knows.
The title, if you haven't already realized and smacked me, is a play on Special K cereal and a Placebo song by the same title.
He swallows it all in one wet gulp, running his tongue over his lips to catch a trickle of milk, and Jeongguk makes a face.
"You're kind of gross, Seokjin," he says, eyeing the bowl of cereal that had been only slighty less then half full before he'd lifted a huge spoonful, practically a ladle, of cereal and milk out of it and slid it into his mouth. It hadn't been gross at all, actually. Jeongguk had watched with a kind of coiled up curiosity in his chest, blooming into something a little less innocent, a little less temporary.
"He's always like that," Yoongi mumbles, not even bothering to look up from his phone, and Jeongguk ignores him. Seokjin is not attractive when he's eating, Jeongguk doesn't watch him with a kind of entranced dismay every time they meet up in the cafeteria or sit across from each other in a restaurant.
Seokjin is just Seokjin, nice until you push him, broad shoulders and a face that's far too pretty for—Jeongguk stops that dangerous train of thoughts in its tracks. Seokjin is just Seokjin, graduate student at the same university Jeongguk is getting his undergrad at, part of the same loose circle of friends, a person who doesn't ever do anything more than occasionally ruffle fingers through his hair when he's pulled an overnighter to finish a paper he's been putting off and is nodding into his salad at lunch. He's nothing more than that.
"So what is it with you and Seokjin?" Taehyung had asked, sprawled over his bed and flipping through his manga collection, and Jeongguk hadn't even bothered to answer the question, merely snatching his prized copies of Naruto back from the devil incarnate and slipping them safely into the safe he kept for reasons like this, because Taehyung was friends with Namjoon and Namjoon could magically break everything.
Jeongguk realizes, blinking and coming back to himself with a start, that Seokjin is staring at him over the table. He flushes, glancing away at the window, even though there's nothing to see, unless you can count Taehyung running after Namjoon, waving some kind of flyer. Jeongguk promptly erases the image from his memory.
"Earth to Jeongguk," Seokjin grins, and Jeongguk makes the mistake of looking back towards him, caught off guard by the mention of his name, it's a reflex, nothting more, he'll argue later, but Seokjin's bottom lip is still shiny from the milk and his tongue and Jeongguk swallows.
"Hi," he says, hoarsely, mentally face-palming himself and hoping that the ground will open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole, but Seokjin just winks and runs his tongue over his lips again and Jeongguk realizes he knows.