NCT ONESHOTS

Touch | Johnil

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1818

Warnings: none

Summary:
Taeil always touches Johnny, but one day Johnny snaps.

After an hour of boring Chemistry class, Moon Taeil dragged his best friend Johnny Seo to the empty PE fields, hurrying to the furthest corner behind a row of pine trees before the notorious druggies could claim it like they always did.

Johnny had his back on a tree trunk with his earphones in, the white wire smartly passed under his uniform shirt to hide his phone in his school trousers from the teachers. Eyes shut peacefully, the American hummed the tune to Starboy, loving how gentle the breeze felt against his ashen locks.

Taeil stared at him in wonder. How had he become friends with such a Godlike boy? The older knew Johnny didn't particularly like his features, but damn. Taeil thought his Cheshire-cat lips, perfectly almond, chocolatey eyes, and sinful smile were a holy grail only he had reached, claimed, and made his own.

"Taeil?"

Taeil broke out of his dazed grin and replied, "Uh huh?"

Johnny's brow furrowed as his looked down at his legs outstretched in front of him, a few blades of grass sticking to his trousers and flapping in the wind. That wasn't what he watching, though.

"Why are your legs on my thighs?"

"Oh," Taeil giggled. "I don't really know," he answered genuinely.

There was a moment of silence until the younger scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You always seem to say that," he mumbled, and it made the smaller raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Johnny sighed and dragged a hand down his face, his eyes lingering on Taeil's lean calves on his lap with a hard stare. His hand pushed back into his black locks, moving them out of his view. "You never seem to realise when you touch me." A cloud formed over his pupils before he blinked it away, fingers curving around the pair of smooth ankles and gently removing them from his body. Taeil was puzzled.

"Do I not...?"

Johnny rolled his eyes and paused his music. Tearing his earphones out of his ears, he dropped them onto his chest. "No, Taeil, and it just--" He cut himself off and inhaled sharply. When the older tried to look at him, he looked off to the side. "Nothing."

Taeil's ears perked up at his sudden downturn in mood. "What was that?"

"I said it was nothing!"

When Johnny stood up and walked off, Taeil was adamant to find an answer. What was he about to say? The amount of times Johnny had walked away from Taeil because of his accidental touches throughout the past month was becoming ridiculous now. Johnny had never had any problem with nor pointed out his absentminded love of skinship before, so what was up with him now?

He pushed himself to his feet and jogged to catch up with his taller friend. Pulling his white sleeves down to cover his arms properly, he furrowed his brows. "Are you okay? You've been different for a while now," he said softly, but Johnny just used the length of his legs to his advantage and sped up with larger strides.

After three minutes of constant worrying, comments, and chasing from Taeil, Johnny stopped dead in his tracks. Their lengthy walk had taken them into the entrance to the boys' toilets, and Johnny's abrupt stop sent Taeil colliding with his back, releasing a small huff as he did so.

"You really want to know what's wrong?" Johnny's voice was quiet. Much too quiet.

Taeil's heart thudded against his ribcage in worry. "Of course I do, Johnny. Best friends need to look out for each other, after all."