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Title: Falling
Rating: G
Pairing: YunJae
Length: Drabble
Summary: It was like something out of one of those crazy dramas.

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Working at a coffee shop wasn’t exactly Jaejoong’s dream job but it paid the bills and the people were interesting. It was at least more interesting than the other part time job he had working at the information desk of one of the university libraries where the majority of his day was spent trying to find a distraction to keep his mind off the monotony, occasionally interrupted by a new student looking for this section of that section.

Also, working at the coffee shop meant Jaejoong got to see him. The cute tall boy with the dark skin, the plump bottom lip, and the mole above his upper lip who always came in with his books and ordered the same thing before he sat at the same corner table every weekday. He made Jaejoong’s stomach flutter.

Jaejoong had only spoken to him once. He worked the register some days, but mostly he made the drinks and served the customers because although Junsu had been trained to work the complicated espresso machine, it usually took him twice as long as it did Jaejoong. It was a blessing in disguise because Jaejoong had stuttered like a fool that one time Junsu had been on break and Changmin had refused to cover the register to spare Jaejoong.

Jaejoong’s hands gotten sweaty. When he had written the order on the cup the letters had been crooked, his hands too shaky to write properly. And the boy had smiled at him. It had been horrible.

Jaejoong couldn’t even bring drinks to the boy’s table. Changmin always did that.

Except Changmin was out today and the boy’s drink was in the next batch Jaejoong had to serve. He breathed deeply and wiped his sweaty hands on his apron before picking the tray and walking around the counter.

One step, two steps. The tray wasn’t shaking too much.

Three steps, four steps. He hadn’t passed out yet.

Five steps, six steps. Still surviving. Jaejoong was doing good.

Seven steps, eight steps. He was doing really good.

Nine st-

Jaejoong slipped. The floor was wet somewhere and he slipped.

He squeezed his eyes shut, imagining what would happen in the next few seconds, him falling flat on his backside and if he was lucky only one of the fancy drinks would be spilled on him, but chances were he would probably find himself covered in all of them. He would die of embarrassment.

But he never hit the ground, something was holding him up. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the concerned eyes of the boy who always sat at the corner table.

Jaejoong was being held a few feet off the ground by strong arms wrapped around his waist. The boy was leaning over him and it was like something out of one of those crazy dramas. The one where the leading women was about to fall on her face but the man rescued her before she made a complete fool of herself, and it all looked very dashing except you were sure the only reason they stayed up was because there was someone out of the camera shot holding her back up because the position should be impossible. Center of gravity just didn’t work that way.

Except apparently it did, because Jaejoong wasn’t falling.

The boy pulled him upright but didn’t let go of his waist. “Are you alright?”

Jaejoong nodded quickly and looked down at the ground. He could feel his face burning.

“Are you sure?”

Jaejoong nodded again then knelt down to pick up the spilled cups. When he had gotten all cups back onto the tray Jaejoong stood up and walked quickly back the counter avoiding the boy’s stare. He dropped the tray and all but ran to the employee restroom. He locked the door and sat down on the toilet breathing deeply.

His mind was racing. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He grabbed at his apron, clenching and unclenching his fingers. Don’t panic don’t panic. Don’t—

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Hyung?” came Junsu’s voice from behind the door. “Are you okay.”

“I’m fine,” Jaejoong called back, voice breaking on the word fine. He winced.

The door handle jiggled. “You don’t sound fine.”

Jaejoong coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m fine,” he called again. “I just… need a moment.”

There was no answer for a moment. “Okay,” Junsu said. “Do you need anything.”

“No,” Jaejoong answered. “I’m fine.”

“Okay.”

Jaejoong was not fine. Not at all. “Just… just let me know when he’s gone.” Jaejoong couldn’t go back out to face the boy.

“He already left hyung,” Junsu said.

Great, Jaejoong thought, certain the boy would never look at him again now. He hit his forehead. Stupid. Why are you so clumsy, he thought.

“But he left something for you.”

Jaejoong stopped hitting himself and blinked. What could he possible have left?

A small piece of white paper was slid underneath the door. Jaejoong stared at it.

“Hyung?” Junsu said. “Don’t throw it out okay? I know you get… nervous. But don’t throw it out.” A pause. “He really likes you.”

What?

Jaejoong got off the toilet seat and picked up the piece of paper.

His eyes widened when he read what was on it. A phone number and a name.

Jung Yunho.

Jaejoong leaned against grabbed at his shirt and started pulling it back and forth away from his chest.

“Hyung?”

Jaejoong ignored Junsu.

“Hyung, I can hear you panicking.” The knocking on the door started again.

He wasn’t panicking. His breathing increased. Oh god.

“Hyung, don’t throw it out okay? Hyung? Hyung?”

Jaejoong pressed the piece of paper to his chest. He wasn’t going to throw it out. He wasn’t crazy. It might take him a few weeks to work up the nerve to call but he would. Jaejoong smiled. This was the best day.

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