head over heels . . . JUNRAE !?

chapter seven (kim taerae)

a/n: tmi but i wrote this fic out of impulsivity since there were little-to-no junrae fics back then. and since it's been a while, i forgot the plot of the story so i'll try my best to get back on track. anw, this chapter is corny as hell.

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what did he just call him?

“am i dreaming?” taerae blurted out.

“i may perhaps look dreamy, but you're totally awake right now.” junhyeon answered him confidently.

taerae almost rolled his eyes due to junhyeon's statement. he cannot protest because it's true. junhyeon looks dreamy as hell with those rounded eyes of his, his nose pointing out straight, his tall height, his plump lips—

okay. this is getting out of hand.

taerae heard a rustling sound next to him, as if the person is shifting his position. “are you feeling alright now?” junhyeon asked, his eyes staring intently at him with a hint of worry.

those eyes are going to kill him.

“uh... it's better than before.” taerae avoided his gaze. he cannot bring to look at him for the longest time... he might combust.

the two of them fell silent. taerae was suddenly embarrassed. junhyeon witnessed all of the shameful (not literally) things he had done this day, especially the time he fell to the ground due to exhaustion. now, he's sitting beside him, witnessing yet again an embarrassing event of his.

but, why is he here in the first place? out of all people, taerae didn't expect junhyeon to accompany him at this hour. he's expecting park hanbin or lee jeonghyeon, but he was totally wrong. junhyeon should be playing right now, enjoying the sportfest. however, he's here. did he ditch the program to accompany him?

now, he's feeling guilty.

he let out a long sigh, “about what happened, i’m sorry.”

“huh? why are you sorry?” junhyeon was puzzled.

taerae pursed his lips. he felt guilty because of what had occurred. he basically brought the team down with him and collapsed in the middle of the race. and currently, junhyeon couldn't enjoy the goddamn program because (he assumes) he decided to accompany his bedridden ass. everyone's looking forward for the the best this day yet god forbids to let them breathe. goodness gracious, taerae blames himself for being an unathletic loser.

taerae was about to open his mouth to explain when junhyeon started talking. “hey, whatever you're thinking, it's not your fault,” junhyeon's voice was too comforting, too melting.

“still, i brought the team down with me. sorry.” and i collapsed! that was certainly embarrassing!

junhyeon laughs, “what do you mean? you didn't bring the team down. we won! we won the championship!”

taerae was dumbfounded. against ricky's class? he thought. that is literally impossible. not that he's downgrading his teammates' skills and abilities. they're actually on the same par with ricky and hos friends. however, because of his existence to the group, the team's strength was reduced!

before taerae could go any further to insult himself, junheyon cleared his throat like he's about to say something. “anyway, i should be the one apologizing to you. you know, for dragging you and stuff.”

taerae looked at him. he was met with a pair of round, dark eyes that could contain the vast universe. he gulped. his hands are suddenly sweating. “no. i mean, it's not your fault... i guess.”

his voice was too small for junhyeon to hear.

“pardon? what did you say?”

“i... i mean it wasn't... you know, your fault. really.”

fuck! he can't fully express himself! taerae cursed at himself. he was so distracted by his eyes that he forgot the exact words to say.

junhyeon smiled, “why are you so flustered? are you embarrassed because of what happened?”

“uh...” taerae cannot fucking breathe. why is he suddenly asking him these questions?

junhyeon brought his face closer to the latter, “or is it because of me?”

one...

two...

three...

something inside taerae exploded.

can junhyeon see right fucking through him? his breath hitches, as if he was poured with a bucket full of ice. am i that obvious? does he know? did he find out? these questions haunted taerae's mind for a whole minute. he was lost for words, like his brain just short-circuited.

on the other hand, junhyeon didn't move. he stayed at his position as if waiting for an answer, facing taerae. their faces are too close that they can feel each other's breath. junhyeon smells like peach—it's sweet, very addicting.

just one wrong move, everything's going to fall into shambles.

taerae stopped breathing for a moment. it's too close. too fucking close.

junhyeon smiled at him, “i may be stupid...but not that stupid.”