Slow, Slow
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Unbelievable, Taemin thought. Unbelievably cheesy. He shook his head as he began wiping down the counter again. “That’s not honest—you’re just drunk,” he sighed.
Jonghyun grabbed Taemin’s wrist, stilling his hand from his redundant cleaning. “--can’t it be both?” he asked with a smooth smile.
Foreword
'I feel
you wanna take it slowly
Slow, slow.'
It flustered Taemin to hear their banter called ‘flirting,’ though there might have been some clout to it. For months he had admired the pianist for all the skills he’d displayed—piano, song, words, charm. . . Then, after every show, Jonghyun would come to the bar and ask for a review of the show. Naturally, Taemin had nothing but praise to share, but he always tried to sound as objective as possible with the limited knowledge of music he had. And so, given he thought he’d covered his crush well, it felt too forward to refer to it as ‘flirting.’
A/N: In which Jongtae talk a lot about cheese, smol Jjong gets drunk rather quickly, and Taemin struggles to make a move. . . AKA, the 50 millionth fanfic based around Jonghyun's Cocktail. A piece written purely to exercise my writing. All fluff, nothing fancy aside from the one-too many descriptive words. I am too liberal with my self-indulging.
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