“Jaemin-ah, did it hurt?”
Jaemin frowned when Renjun, out of the blue, asked him such question in the middle of their study session. It's not everyday he found Renjun being the one who ignore their lesson. It's always Jaemin first and then Renjun will nag him for being not focus.
“What? What was hurt, Injun-ah?”
Injun. Jaemin always like the way this name rolled in his tongue, feels special and personal because he was the one who suggested that nickname for Renjun. Before, he always misspelled Renjun's name as Ronjin, Ronjon, or Ronjun until he stick with Injun instead, since it's easier and more convenient for him. Blame his tongue though.
Also, he would never forget Renjun's expression when the first time Jaemin called him Injun: surprised but delighted. And his cheek painted pink under the spring sky. “I like that name,” he said, “it sounds better than Ronjon,” and then they laughed.
“Ehm,” Renjun's sudden artificial chough cut his train of thought. It brings back Jaemin to the present time when Renjun, strangely, looks nervous. He bites his cheeks from the inside, his gaze fixated on Jaemin's eyes but Jaemin can tell that the silver haired boy looks unsure.
“Injun-ah?”
“You haven't answer my question,” Renjun is pouting, Jaemin's heart fall. How can Renjun be this cute? This is illegal.
“What question?” Jaemin asked him back after a long pause. He should regain his composure from the Renjun-pouting-face. It's not safe for his heart rate. For the record, despite being naturally cute, Renjun isn't easy to do cute things. It's a rare occassion.
“Did it hurt?”
Jaemin raised his eyebrows. That question again?
“Why would I hurt?”
“Because you fall?”
“Fall?”
“Yes, fall for me, I mean,”
A long pause again, and the realization dawn at Jaemin, Renjun just want to give him a pick up line.
Well, you need two to tango, so Jaemin takes his chance.
“Well, why would I hurt when you catch me?”
Renjun blushed.
Yeah, it's Jaemin win again.