#mjin

mj/jinjin

~400 words

In a heartbeat, Myungjun becomes twenty-one again.  The only thing that could possibly send him spiraling back in time is the experience of locking eyes with Jinwoo.

He and Jinwoo were once on the precipice of becoming.  Jinwoo was the first time that Myungjun let himself imagine living as his most authentic self without putting the perceptions of strangers first.  

Thoughts of late and too intimate movie nights flicker through Myungjun’s mind.  The painful awkward almost kiss that broke their dynamic surfaces in his mind.  They spent an eternity mapping each other’s faces with their eyes before Myungjun leaned forward with bated breath, and Jinwoo, well, Jinwoo flinched.  There was a mumbled apology and a clumsy exit hastened by the pure mortification Myungjun felt coursing through his veins.

Myungjun pivots away from looking at Jinwoo, snapping himself back into the present.  He hasn’t spoken to Jinwoo years, and it has been even longer since they saw each other last.  He picks up the closest thing with determination to inspect it until Jinwoo vanishes back into his memory.

It’s a book, the faded green cover embossed with gold Cyrillic lettering.

“Hi,” he softly says from over Myungjun’s shoulder.

Myungjun should have seen this coming.  He clears his throat and eeks out, “Hello.”

Jinwoo pulls the corner of his lips into a soft smile, taking a shaky breath and scratching his left eyebrow, “I was going to make a joke about you learning to read Russian or that people say you should read Tolstoy in his native language.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to talk to you without pretext.”

Myungjun is slightly put off by Jinwoo’s gentle candor.  It feels like almost no time has passed at all with Jinwoo standing so close. 

Jinwoo looks at his feet for a moment; when he looks up again, he asks, “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Um--”

“No, you know what, I get it.  Why would you?  It’s been years, and you’re probably seeing someone and really happy and successful, and I’m just some guy from college.  Sorry,” Jinwoo blurts out breathlessly.

Jinwoo starts to turn away and the words are out of Myungjun’s mouth before he realizes it: “I’m not seeing anyone.”

Jinwoo whips back around and stares, a familiar spark of hope in his eyes.  Myungjun thought he saw that once all those years ago.

“If you’re asking me on a date, yes, I would like to have lunch with you.” 

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a/n: 

hi.  i emerge from my inactivity once in blue moon. i was going to try to continue my ao3 projects, but i cannot find my motivation anywhere & have considered orphaning them.

jinjin/mj, meet-cute, too relatable on the mj front, ice cream

~200 words

Honestly, it’s awkward.

He should have expected this during finals, but somehow, Jinwoo wasn’t prepared. The man four feet away from him, a fellow hollow soul sucked into the cramming void, is sobbing hysterically on his knees.  The kid dropped his ice cream cone on the sidewalk.

Jinwoo sighs, looking at his untouched scoop of french vanilla ice cream in its cup.  What moves him to act, Jinwoo doesn’t quite know.  Perhaps, he wants to end the kid’s suffering or his own humiliation by proximity.  Maybe he thinks that the stressed crier is cute, or his compassion for others outweighed his desire to bury his feelings in a fresh scoop of ice cream.  Whatever it is, Jinwoo crouches down and shoves his ice cream into the hands of the man having a level four stress meltdown.

The crying abruptly strops and a ragged breaths take their place.  He looks at Jinwoo, Jinwoo looks at him.

“Marry me,” he softly proposes to Jinwoo.

Jinwoo cracks a smile, “At least tell me your name first.”

“Myungjun.”

(The second time Myungjun proposes, there is still ice cream, but Jinwoo is the one crying.)

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mj/jinjin, est. relationship, fluff

~350 words

He might faint.

It is unfair, that is exactly what it is.  Myungjun cannot believe that Jinwoo has the audacity to pull his mouth into a half smirk.  He imagines he might look the slightest bit starstruck, but how is a boy supposed to look when Jinwoo leveled-up from his perfect ten into an earth-shattering twelve on Myungjun’s very scientific attractiveness scale?

He knows that Jinwoo agreed to model for Dongmin’s something-or-other; he generally tunes out when Jinwoo starts gushing over Dongmin.  (He’s prone to jealousy, sue him.)  He just-- he didn’t think that Jinwoo would come to dinner all made up.

"Need some water?  You seem a little red,” Jinwoo notes the obvious flush in Myungjun’s cheeks with a teasing lilt in his voice as he nudges the water glass toward Myungjun.

Myungjun clears his throat.  Honestly, it’s just a forehead.  It shouldn’t have this big of an impact on his heart health.  He has seen Park Jinwoo is every imaginable scenario; he has seen Jinwoo coiffed and a complete mess.  So what? Jinwoo styled his bangs and wore a button-down shirt; Myungjun isn’t seventeen anymore, his brain should have a more mature and sophisticated response than: AMAZING, ATTRACTIVE, KISS HIM NOW. 

“No,” Myungjun replies unconvincingly.  “Why would you even ask that?”

“You just, you know,”  Jinwoo motions with his hand, “seemed thirsty.”

Myungjun does a mental spit-take.  In an effort to regain a shred of his dignity, he overcorrects, “I have never been more hydrated.”

Jinwoo smiles, “It’s okay to acknowledge that I clean up nice.”

Myungjun crosses his arms like a petulant child and looks away from Jinwoo.  He scoffs, “Who are you trying to impress?”

“You,”  Jinwoo hums, flipping through the menu casually.

Dammit. Myungjun walked straight into that one.  He huffs, “How can you be so shameless?”

“My shame was in my heart when you stole it.”

“Park Jinwoo!”

Jinwoo sighs, “Tell me I look exceptionally cute today, and I’ll stop intentionally making your heart flutter.”

Myungjun pouts, “You look very nice right now.  Don’t do it again.”

Jinwoo raises an eyebrow, “Why?”

“You’re only allowed to make my heart flutter.”

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myungjin trash rises from the dead to post garbage.  join me.

jinjin/mj, est. relationship, slice of life-ish fluff & stuff, borderline just a convo

~300 words

“We should get married,” Myungjun says as he picks up a couple ring set from a vendor’s table, flashing the cheap trinkets at Jinwoo with a cheeky grin.  It marks the fourth time that Myungjun had casually proposed to him in the past month.

Jinwoo snorts and takes a sip of his iced coffee, “Why?”

“Because you’ll never leave me,” Myungjun replies cutely before fishing a bill out of his pocket to hand to the little old lady tending the table.  He holds up the box in front of Jinwoo, “We might as well be bound by law.”

“How romantic,” Jinwoo deadpans.  “What if I actually said yes to your crumby proposal?”

Myungjun pretends to consider it with a pensive expression, “It would save me a lot of money in the courtship department.  You’re not a man of cheap tastes, Park Jinwoo.”

“You’re not making a good case for marrying you.”

Myungjun grabs Jinwoo’s hand and looks him in the eye, “I would kiss you, like, every day.”

Jinwoo blinks, unimpressed.  Myungjun’s face falls into an exaggerated frown, “I don’t know why you’re being like this.  I know you’re madly in love with me, so just marry me already.”

Jinwoo smiles and brings Myungjun’s hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of his hand.  “I’m playing hard to get.”

“We’re in a long-term relationship.  You’ve been got.”

“I’ll answer when you propose like an adult.”

Myungjun whines, “What if you tell me your hypothetical answer for when I do ask you like ‘an adult’?”

Jinwoo shakes his head, “I’ll answer when you ask.”

“I’ve got to admit that I really met in my match in you.”

“That’s a weird way to say I love you, but nevertheless, I love you too.”

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i don’t know why my a/ns are so short nowadays, but myungjin 5ever is all i have to say.  (sorry that i’m a mess & kinda disappointing w my ao3 non-updates... it is what it is but i feel bad about it.)

mj/jinjin, slice of life, being boring as a concept

~300 words

Myungjun purses his lips, chewing on the thought of doing something productive or perhaps interesting with his weekend.  Normally, he would keep his options open and wait by the phone, eager to pick up a shift that one of his coworkers needed covered. However, he just wants a fun weekend.

He flips through his various chat windows, making note of the various engagements of his friends.  Dongmin is babysitting his niece and quietly delights in the Despicable Me/Minions marathon that they will have.  Sanha hasn’t responded to any of his messages in two days, and Minhyuk keeps whining about how quickly his room devolves into a mess, mentioning that a necessary deep clean will eat up a lot of his time and energy over the weekend.  Bin simply responds with laughter.  He basically spams Myungjun’s chat window with ‘hahaha’ over and over again.

Unsurprisingly, Myungjun ends up in Jinwoo’s apartment playing war with a cooking show on the television in the background.

“Are we the old married couple of our friend group?” Myungjun asks with slight annoyance, watching Jinwoo slurp down noodles from their delivery order.

Jinwoo snorts, chewing roughly and swallowing before responding, “We’re playing cards on a Friday night for the third weekend in a row. It’s kind of self-evident.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, go somewhere?  Like to an art gallery or take a night trip to the beach?”

Dabbing a napkin against the corner of his mouth, Jinwoo smiles, “I’m in pajamas.”

“You could change,” Myungjun suggests, hope thin in his voice.  He can already tell he will lose this battle.

“Why go to an art gallery when you can look at all of this?”  Jinwoo makes a sweeping gesture over his body.

“Are you implying you’re art?”

Jinwoo grins, “I don’t need to go to a gallery when I can stare at you.”

Myungjun flicks Jinwoo’s knee, “Don’t flirt.”

“I can flirt,” Jinwoo bristles, “You’re my official unofficial husband.”

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hi, i’m tired & this is like the zillionth ambiguous relationship drabble in a row. i’m on a super friendship kick right now & i don’t get it.

El MJin es vida, amixes

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The MJin is life, friends

jinjin/mj fanfic

Experiencing rain isn't the same anymore, but it is a season for change.

(It is officially official Park Jinwoo is Kim Myungjun's friend.)

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