Beautiful Accident

The chances we missed

This is a birthday gift for -PorkChainyol. Happy Birthday, mate! I know this isn't really what you originally wanted but I hope you'll enjoy it either way. Because it got so long I split it up into two parts. This is the first one. It gets a little angsty towards the end but I swear the end will be happy and fluffy and everything. You'll probably get that one sometime this afternoon when I figured my life out but I wanted to at least give you half for now^^ Happy Birthday and ily :')

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Jongdae first met Kim Junmyeon when he entered high school. Junmyeon was one year above Jongdae and basically everything that Jongdae wasn't. Smart, a good student, adored by his teachers and fellow students alike and, to top it all, a member of the student council. Jongdae, on the other hand, was maybe not an idiot but certainly also not on the top of his class, way too loud and a bit of a troublemaker. Not because he really wanted to but because he just had this tendency of getting into trouble. Even if he was just casually minding his own business he would somehow end up getting into trouble one way or another. He was never really looking for trouble but it always found him. Not that Jongdae really minded. Because he had run into Junmyeon in quite the same way in which he usually ran into trouble.

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It was Jongdae's second week of school and he was already late for class. Not late as in too late but late as in class was starting in less than a minute and he was still at the entrance of the school hastily trying to take off his outdoor shoes and slip into the annoying school slippers. They were not really designed for running – running in the hallnot  being permitted either way – but they would have to do because there was no way Jongdae was going to be too late for his first lesson. Jongdae knew that the elderly math teacher he had his first lesson with still had a "magic wand" – or at least that is how he liked to refer to the disciplinary stick on the wall – and although Jongdae had never seen him use it he had heard rumours that he didn't want to try proving true.

So he ran despite the slippers and despite the school rules that didn't permit it. Sometimes one just had to break the rules for the greater good. And in retrospect breaking the rules that particular morning might have been one of the best things Jongdae had ever done.

"No running in the halls", a voice called out to Jongdae right as he was turning the corner that led to the hallway with his classroom. He turned his head to see where the voice came from and in the same moment lost his footing. He stumbled, his hands flailing around in an attempt to find something to hold onto but only grabbed air and the next moment his hands and knees hit the floor. Behind him he heard hurried steps, probably the person that had told him to slow down just know and a smirk crept up on Jongdae's lips. Look who's running in the halls now. But as soon as he turned around to face whoever caused his fall the smile disappeared.

The boy was simply gorgeous. Dark brown almost black hair that seemed a little ruffled and curly, it was hard to tell whether he woke up with his hair like that or if he spent hours getting it to look so perfectly effortless. His eyes were much the same colour as his hair and at that moment they were looking down at Jongdae with a somewhat worried expression. But what caught Jongdae's eye the most was not the way he looked at him, not how he looked so perfect in that school uniform that Jongdae hated, it were his lips. They were neither particularly plush nor thin but they just looked so damn kissable. Never in his life did Jongdae want to kiss a person so bad and he didn't even know his name yet.

"Are you alright?", the boy asked. Jongdae quickly got up from the floor again, tried to dust off his pants and probably only rubbed the dirt into the fabric even more before he gave the stranger a smile.