her(e) for you // nomin

under the same sky

Jaemin couldn't stop thinking about about them. The gestures. The smile, the gaze, the nervous swallow.

The two boys were sitting side to side in the bus home from school. Jeno had been filming the two of them talking for a reason that is still unknown to Jaemin. They talked about topics that ranged from Mrs. Kang's killer test to why purple is the superior colour for love. The younger had been leaning his head on the other's shoulder throughout the whole talk.

The mood of the whole conversation was so light, so innocent and carefree like they always were, so naturally, his mind told him 'this is the perfect position, mood, and time to kiss his cheek' but he didn't listen to it at first for it just might be the devil talking.

Don't kiss him, Jaemin. He'll know. You've been obvious enough. He knows you better than anyone. He'll know.

In the middle of Jeno's speech about how nocturne op 9 no 2 by Chopin is still 'the superior EDM song', Jaemin gave in and leaned into the other's cheek for a soft kiss that was barely reached the other's skin.

The two boys grew up together, so skinship was never a big deal. He didn't know what made that peck different from the previous hundreds of kisses, but the second after his lips met Jeno's cheek, the smile that was so familiar in the younger's eyes grew and took over his face.

He suddenly ended the video and looked at the younger one, with the smile still on his face. Jaemin looked back and stared, his own small smile from his heart reaching his lips.

Jaemin couldn't help but notice that their faces were closer to each other than normal.

His eyes flutter shut as Jeno leans in to do the same, but his is slower and more sure. When he pulls back, he gives him one last smile, his eyes lingering on the other's face from his eyes downwards. By the time his stare settled on his lips, he dropped gaze and swallowed deeply. He turned his attention to his phone after that, avoiding any form of contact with him for the rest of the ride home.

What was that?

Did they just have a moment or did Jaemin's gay-and-totally-whipped-and-tired-of-having-an-unrequited-crush-on-his-straight-best-friend self just assume that?

His smile. Jaemin has seen his signature eye smile millions of times in the past, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hit him, but that smile was unlike any other. That smile heated his chest despite the cold Korea air.

The small smile on his own lips together with his flushed pink cheeks and thoughts of the dark-haired boy accompanied him for the rest of the night.