How To Park A Lee (Park Jimin X Lee Taemin) [✓]

13.

Jimin had spent his highschool years without the label 'mischievous' or 'troublemaker' on his reputation. But that didn't mean the boy wasn't interested in doing pranks and just having a good laugh. And he believed it was about time to prove his anxiety stricken side, the best of him.

“Where did you even get this?” Taemin whispered to Jimin who had plucked a hand sized bottle, out if his bag and into the latter's hand.

“Oh y'know.” Jimin shrugged, his eyes roamed their surroundings in case anyone was around.

Turning around the bottle from the usage and directions to the front font and image, Taemin nearly choke on his own saliva as he read the name.

“Flea and tick pow—” Jimin was the one to press the palm of his hand against Taemin's mouth to silence him. Jimin held a finger to his own lips in a way of telling him to keep quiet.

Once Taemin nodded, Jimin gently removes his hand and watched as the boy whisper shouted at him. “Flea and tick powder for cats and dogs?! Are we really gonna use this? Is it even going to make him itchy?”

“I mean, when I mentioned Itching Powder, this was the first thing that Jiwoo threw at my face,” Jimin nodded, a proud expression on his face. “One can never doubt a Jiwoo. And besides, I googled it. Apparently it does make your body itchy if it touches your body.”

Taemin nodded before shaking the contents of the body, rhythmically. “Let's just hope that dimwit doesn't attempt to lick the powder.”

Jimin groaned at the thought. “You are to rush him to the hospital.”

“Why me?! You wanted to do this itching powder prank.”

“Because he's your oh so precious brother!” Jimin said, putting emphasis on the last part of the sentence in a mocking tone.

Taemin made a disgusted look before rolling his eyes. “Let's just get this done before he comes back.”

Jimin nodded and unzipped Hoshi's bag, holding it open for Taemin to unscrew the bottle cap and tip slight amounts of the powder into the boy's dance practice tracksuit.

The two of them stood by one of the tables in an empty lecture hall. Their class had just finished a few minutes ago and they awaited for everyone to leave. As for Hoshi, Jimin asked Jiwoo to do something that'll get him to leave class. Since they were in Mr. Heraz class, the professor never allowed anyone to exit mid lecture with the bag unless it was an emergency to get home.

Jimin was still quite curious as to what Jiwoo had brewed up to get someone to announce his name on the P.A System plus keep him distracted from getting back for so long.

He believe she wanted to get back at him just as much as he did. Jimin's only concern is that she doesn't break his neck. At least break the other bones, instead.

“You think that's enough?” Taemin questioned, screwing the cap back on the flea powder bottle while looking at the bright, yellow, pink and blue tracksuit jacket.

“How about you try it on and check how it works?” Jimin asked, nonchalantly as he brushed the powder around so it wouldn't appear too suspicious when Hoshi's about to try it on.

“I will dump you in those dumpsters, out the window.” Taemin replied back with the same, nonchalant manner.

“Anything for you, boo.” Jimin teased with a wink.

Before Taemin could reply, the lecture room's door were burst open as a panting Jiwoo appeared in the door frame.

“Hurry, I held him off as much as I could. Go before he catches y'all!”

And with that, the three of them were sprinted out and away from the classroom as if their lives depended on it. Losing Jiwoo midway, when Lisa and Jennie appeared out of no where and snatched her.

The two were left alone to catch their breath in one of the hallways, Taemin rolled his head to the side to look at Jimin, besides him who had his back flat on the wall. His chest heaved and pressed up against the tight fabric of his shirt.

“So... What now?” Said Taemin.

“Now,” A smirk tugged at Jimin's lips and Taemin couldn't help but admit it was indescribably attractive. “We wait, until the time has come.”

———

“Is he wearing it? Is he scratching already? Is he yet to wear it?”

“Shut up for God's sake,” Taemin whisper shouted at Jimin who tried to peep through the slightly ajar gap of the dance practice studio. “You might as well go up to him and ask him those questions.”

Jimin scoffed and straightened his back, standing as tall as he could while Taemin continued to spy. Glaring at the back side of Taemin's head, Jimin retorted in a whisper.

“Maybe if you weren't so tall and hogging up the space, I'll also be able to see without getting caught.”

Taemin felt himself roll his eyes once more before reaching for Jimin. The palm of his head, subconsciously curling around the boy's neck and pulled him forward by his nape.

“There, can you see now?” Taemin questioned with his hand till on Jimin's nape.

Jimin was silent as he found himself holding in his breath just so he could hear Taemin's breathing pattern. The boy had pulled Jimin's head, near his chest and below his chin. A position that gave the two of them access to the interior of the studio.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jimin was about to speak when Taemin beat him to it and gestured to inside the studio.

“Look, it's starting to work.” Was all Taemin said as a small smile broke out.

Jimin blinked and followed his gaze. Indeed, Hoshi was beginning to scratch a lot. Especially at his back and arms where he kept trying to reach the places he couldn't. It was even more hilarious since he was trying to give a speech to the people who had gotten into the dance program but he kept stopping midway.

“I believe this is victory?” Jimin asked as he gently got out of the position they were bent in, his grin causing his eyes to disappear.

“Uhh,” Taemin stared, unusually longer than he supposed to before blinking out of a daze. “Y-yeah, victory. For round one.”

Jimin's grin transitioned into a smirk.