dazed and confused - norenmin

one

jaemin

jaemin lay on the beach, the warmth of the sand soaking through his towel to heat his sun-kissed skin. with his eyes closed, he was in utter bliss.
it had only been two days since they had arrived for their annual holiday, but jaemin had quickly got back into the familiar groove of the summer. thoughts of anything other than the sunshine on his face or the sound of waves gently caressing the shore were far from his mind.

he was beginning to drift off to dreamland, images of sunsets and a certain special person floating through his subconscious, until...

"jaemin"
"jaemin"
"i need to talk to you"

he whined and rolled away from the boy now trying to get his attention.

"i'm busy"

"wake up you little shit, i want to tell you something"

at that jaemin sat bolt upright and glared at the boy, before his gaze softened. he could never stay mad at him for long. he ran a hand through his light-brown hair, then rested his chin on his hand, signalling that he was ready to listen.

"fire away jeno"

as jeno collected his thoughts jaemin's eyes roved over him, taking in the tanned skin, the black hair drying into soft waves, and the muscles.
god, the muscles.
jaemin considered himself to be in pretty good shape, but jeno was in another league. he remembered when jeno had stopped being scrawny and became...this. they were thirteen when jeno started going to the gym. he never said why out loud, but jaemin knew it was so that he could better protect jaemin from his bullies.
and jaemin wasn't complaining.

his gaze drifting to jeno's lips, where white crystals of salt had formed after a dip in the sea, his mind went hazy. he didn't notice how much time had passed, until suddenly he realised that, once again, jeno was attempting to speak to him.

"did you hear any of what i just said?"

"yeah of course, you were saying how much you love spending time with me", jaemin guessed hopefully.

jeno sighed, with the air of a long suffering victim of jaemin's odd habits. he got up and shook his towel, before sitting down on jaemin's, making himself comfortable with his head in jaemin's lap. jaemin tried not to freak out, his stream of thoughts going something like this:

fuck his head is on my lap
what do i do
wait what do i mean what do i do
this isn't a big deal
he's only a friend
i don't like him like that
besides, he definitely doesn't like me
stay calm
don't make him think ur weird
i mean he already knows that
just don't...
kiss him.
oh god.
why do i want to kiss him?

author's note

hi guys!
this is my first story so we'll see how this goes
i'm finding this really fun so far - especially jaemin's inner thoughts.
maybe i'll do some more of those
xxx