Title: Hand Me Your Heart
Pairing: Jongin/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Summary: Jongin has a poster of Byun Baekhyun's beautiful hands in his room. He's really a fan.

*

"Since when did your room become a hand museum?"

"Shut up. Those are not just hands, okay. Those are," Jongin sighs dreamily, grinning maniacally. "Baekhyun's hands."

Junmyeon snorts in distaste as he inspects a particular poster, wherein two pretty hands form a heart shape. The owner's fingers are slender and elegant, to be honest, and Junmyeon nods to himself slightly. He proceeds to another picture of a thumb, squinting at a small mole located just below the nail.

"That's a chocolate chip," Jongin, who's lying on his bed says as he stares at another poster on his ceiling. This hand poster is the biggest, wherein there are two hands pressed together for a clap. The length of Baekhyun's fingers are clearly emphasized because of the microphone between his hands, match that with a silver ring worn on his middle finger. The shape of his nails are perfect too, as well as the curve of his smooth knuckles.

Jongin feels like he's on the Hand Paradise.

"Why chocolate chip?"

"Because it looks like one."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah."

"I guess he really has smooth hands. I bet they are also soft," Junmyeon comments appreciatively as he turns to another hand poster pasted on Jongin's bedroom door. Those hands form an L-shape, and Junmyeon wonders what do they mean.

"It means Love. L stand for love."

"Jongin, I know you are weird but I don't know you are in this.....kind of weird," Junmyeon says to his friend as he sits on the edge of the bed. "You're addicted to a singer's hands. His hands that don't even sing."

"I love his voice, okay? But you don't understand! His hands saved me from misery. Those hands produce light, the light to guide my dark path in this cruel world."

Junmyeon shakes his head and sighs. He doesn't quite understand Jongin's weird hobbies lately, but since he's a good friend, he'll just have to support the taller. "Okay, whatever. At least you're not doing drugs."

"I wish I could hold his hand someday," Jongin says as he stares at a picture frame beside his bed. It's a photo of Baekhyun's right hand with a background of sparkling pixie dust. It was taken during his broadcast on Music Bank last year, the first time Jongin watched him live. Smiling, he smooths it with his t-shirt and clutches it against his chest.

"I wish I could feel the softness of his hands against my own. That's like, my utmost dream."

"Why don't you just, go to his fan signing event or something," Junmyeon suggests, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe you could... uh, take a closer look of his hands? Or you could touch his fingers if you're lucky."

"Oh my god, Junmyeon-hyung! You're so brilliant! In that way, I could see his pinky and his cute index finger closely! I'm sure they're better than pictures!" Jongin exclaims, and Junmyeon doesn't know why he suddenly feels so strange. They're talking about hands, for pete's sake.

"Yeah, great," Junmyeon says, followed by an awkward chuckle as he scratches his neck.

"Should I make a banner when I go there or this poster will do?" the taller asks, gesturing at another hand poster of Baekhyun's fingers holding an Iphone6+ and a passport. Junmyeon tries not to make a weird face, watching how his friend rummages through his Baekhyun's hands-related stuff. He has an album of Baekhyun's hands since debut until present, which is what he's showing now to Junmyeon.

"What do you think of this angle, hyung? His fingers look longer and prettier here, right?"

"Uh. I think you should bring his album.... I mean, the CD. Not that photo album, Jongin."

Jongin sighs sadly, returning back the photo album inside the box. He secretly pockets a picture of Baekhyun's hands doing a v-sign though, just in case of emergency.

*

The queue for Baekhyun's fan signing this afternoon is long, but that doesn't stop Jongin from smiling happily as he hugs against his chest Baekhyun's Fourth Single, Hand Me Your Heart. It's his most favorite and the most recent so far, and aside from that, the album cover is also really gorgeous. There shows Baekhyun's two hands pressed on his chest, like he is feeling his heartbeat.

After almost an hour, it's finally Jongin's turn to face his idol. The girl before him leaves with a smile on her face, making Jongin feel more giddy about this. He startles when the staff calls his name, surprised that Baekhyun is now in front of him, giving him a warm smile.

"What's your name?" Baekhyun asks, uncapping his marker. Jongin's breath hitches when Baekhyun fiddles with the pen with his index finger and thumb. This moment is so breathtaking.

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"Oh! S-sorry, I was just," Jongin apologizes, still staring at those pair of gorgeous hands on top of the table. Baekhyun is wearing a silver ring now on his index finger, and the silvery glint complements his fair white skin, "looking at your....hands."

"My hands?"

"Y-y-yes. They're so...." Jongin lifts his eyes shortly, before looking at Baekhyun's hands again. It's like, they're drawing him closer. "Pretty."

Baekhyun chuckles. "Thank you."

"M-my name is Jongin."

"Okay, thank you, Jongin," Baekhyun says, drumming his gorgeous fingers on top of the table. He gestures his hand, asking for the album, which the tall male is holding for Baekhyun to sign. Jongin understands it so he hands him the album carefully, and their fingers brush slightly for about a matter of seconds long.

Jongin's heartbeat stops.

"I-I love your hands," Jongin confesses shyly as he watches with his attentive eyes how Baekhyun's hands move swiftly across the album cover, writing his signature in a graceful way. He doesn't miss how the singer's fingers flex with ease, and he swears he can see light emitting from the spaces of his digits.

"Here you go, Jongin," Baekhyun says after he finished signing, and Jongin gets a perfect view of his wrist. His delicate wrist. Jongin feels like dying now.

Baekhyun waits, watching his fan space out as he stares at something in particular. Clearing his throat, Baekhyun calls his name for the second time as he snaps his beautiful fingers in front of Jongin's face to wake him from his reverie.

Snap! Snap!

"Uhm, excuse me?"

Jongin's eyes widen in surprise, seeing those fingers move in front of his own two eyes. It's like, a dream come true.

"Are you okay?"

Jongin can't take this anymore, he feels like all the feels he has with him since he joined Baekhyun's fandom altogether burst out at this moment. He wants to touch that hand, intertwine his fingers through his own, hut he can't move. He's completely frozen on his spot.

"Jongin!"

No response.

"Jongin!"

Silence.

"JONGIN!!"

Baekhyun slaps his cheek. Hard.

PAK!

Jongin is the happiest man alive. He passes out and loses his senses while smiling like an idiot.

"Oh my god! W-what happened to him!?" Baekhyun yells in panic as he stands up from his table. He walks over to the unconscious male and shakes him by the shoulder. "I-I'm sorry! Did my slap hurt? Hey, wake up!"

The people are in chaos right now, seeing a person lying on the ground grinning with his eyes close. It's kind of creepy actually but Baekhyun doesn't mind since he's very worried for his fan right now. Besides, he's the one responsible for this because he slapped Jongin's face in the first place.

"Medic!" Baekhyun hollers, peering over his shoulder. The medical team comes with a stretcher, and they lay Jongin on it as Baekhyun watches the scene worriedly.

"Please take care of him!" Baekhyun says. "I'll follow suit after this!"

*

A white ceiling is what Jongin first sees when he opens his eyelids. He blinks slowly and groans, trying to remember what happened.

A hand flashes back in his memory.

Baekhyun's hand.

Baekhyun's hand that has been slapped on his face.

"Oh my god," Jongin mutters astounded as he holds his slapped cheek, reminiscing the best moment of his life. "OH MY GOD!"

He can't believe it actually happened. Baekhyun's hand just came into contact with his cheek, and he swears he can still feel the sting and pleasure of his idol's palm against his skin. He's very happy he couldn't ask for more. Jongin sighs dreamily, imagining those pretty hands squeezing his plump cheek, pinching his nose, caressing his face and poking his ear as Baekhyun coos him, 'Jongineeee~ Cutie cutie Jonginnnieee'

"Eeeeh! Don't! You! Dare! Noooo!" Jongin says to himself as he fidgets on the bed, grinning widely while he hugs his pillow against his chest. The door suddenly opens out of the blue so Jongin is caught of guard, looking at the person standing by the door.

"Are you alright!?"

Jongin's jaw drops.

"I heard you scream, you said No!" the person says, fixing his hair awkwardly as he tries to straighten his jacket. Jongin just stares, speechless.

"Oh, I'm sorry about this, I slept outside," he chuckles. "Since I... uh, don't really know if it's okay if I come inside. But anyway, I'm glad you're finally awake! I thought you won't wake up until tomorrow. How are you feeling now?"

Oh my god.

Did Jongin just see--

Is this even real.

"You left this on my fan signing event. Here," Jongin's idol says as he walks unsurely towards the frozen male on the bed. He hands Jongin the signed album, smiling brightly while waiting for the younger male to get it. Looking up hesitantly, Jongin takes the album and bows slightly, staring at that beautiful smile directed at him. It's so genuine he can feel his heart melt into a puddle of goo.

"Th-thank you.." Jongin mutters, looking down at his lap and feeling very small and exposed right now. Baekhyun nods, and sits on the edge of the bed quietly.

Silence.

They are sharing the same oxygen Jongin might pass out again. This moment is so precious.

"B-baekhyun-ssi."

"Yes?"

Oh my god, he said yes! His voice is so angelic Jongin could listen to it all day.

"I-I was just... wondering why you're not... leaving yet?"

"You want me to leave now?"

"NO!!!! STAY HERE! I-I mean--" Jongin looks away, "Y-you could stay here if you want! I want you here! I'm like, your biggest fan!"

"Oh! I'm so flattered," Baekhyun says, nodding as he swats his bangs covering his eyes. "I rarely got fanboys, though, but I'm really happy you like my music--"

"Hands."

"What?"

"Hands," Jongin repeats, smiling creepily. "I like your hands!"

Baekhyun's eyes widen as he skeptically looks at Jongin. "My hands."

"Yes! Your hands, and uh.. y-your fingers... Your pianist fingers."

"Wow, um," Baekhyun scratches his neck. He backs away slightly. "Thank.....you, I guess?"

A ring on the phone startles both boys, so Baekhyun picks it up, turning his back around. He clears his throat and answers the call while Jongin watches curiously.

"Yes, hyung-nim? Oh, I'm sorry I was just... Yeah.... Okay, I understand..... No! No! You don't need to come here..... Yes, I'm sure..... Alright, bye..... Okay."

Baekhyun ends the call.

"Listen," Baekhyun says, massaging his forehead. Jongin shoots up on the bed. "We need to get out of here. They shouldn't know I'm here."

"W-why also me?"

"Because you're the reason why I'm here," Baekhyun reasons out as he checks the windows. "I sneaked out just to check if you're alright, Jongin. So just follow me so we can get out of here as soon as possible before the media finds out I'm MIA."

"Uhm, o-okay," Jongin mutters awkwardly. Everything seems to be on fast forward because Baekhyun is now on the door, hollering him to get up and follow him. Just as soon as Jongin reaches the door, he feels pair of hands pushing his back forward, urging him to move faster.

His heartbeat speeds up, feeling those palms pressed against the expanse of his clothed back. Baekhyun is touching him. Oh my god.

"Come on, we don't have time for this! Move!" Baekhyun says, pushing Jongin's back as he checks their behind. People are busy, that's a good sign. "Move! Move! Move!"

"B-baekhyun-ssi, don't push me," Jongin says as he stumbles to his feet, walking in a faster pace aimlessly. "I-I can walk by myself--"

"Hide!" Baekhyun yells, clutching Jongin's arm when he sees a reporter obviously looking for someone, and that someone must be him. They both hide themselves behind a wall, and Jongin tries not to mind the hand holding his arm tightly, as well as Baekhyun's body squished against his. Oh dear Lord, he can smell Baekhyun's sweet perfume.

And right now, he is internally hyperventilating. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my go--

"Ssshh! Don't make a noise!" Baekhyun hushes, abruptly covering Jongin's mouth with his soft palm and oh god, Jongin is not breathing anymore because he just can't. He really can't because he's shaking and he wants to cry because BAEKHYUN'S PRECIOUS DAINTY HAND IS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS AVERAGE MOUTH THAT HE CAN ALMOST KISS IT--

Smack.

"Did you just kiss my palm?"

"Hmmngh!"

"What?"

"HMMNGH!!!"

Baekhyun turns his head around and he is almost blinded by the flash of the camera directed at his face.

"Byun Baekhyun!!! He's here!!!"

"Is it really him!?"

"Let's take a picture of him!"

Baekhyun covers his face, or so he tries, when a group of paparazzi he doesn't even know where they come from snaps pictures of him. The thing he hates the most are cameras, because he always feels his privacy is being invaded whenever he sees one out of work and off cam.

Jongin grabs the cameras and throws them on the ground, making them break into pieces.

"WHO ALLOWED YOU TO TAKE PICTURES OF HIM!? HUH!? WHO ALLOWED YOU!!!!?" Jongin shouts, making the people gasp. "ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!"

He pulls Baekhyun out of the throng of reporters, tugging his wrist into an unknown direction. He's too angry to mind everything but his idol right now. All he wants is Baekhyun to be safe and protected. Jongin doesn't even notice he's holding the celebrity's hand tightly at this moment, because he's only focused on the way, thinking how they can get out of here as soon as possible. Baekhyun, on the other hand, just lowers his head low, and squeezes Jongin's hand intertwined through his. He allows his fan to guide their way, following him as they fall into a comfortable silence.

"Jongin."

Jongin turns his head around.

"Thank you," Baekhyun says, smiling brightly like the sun that has Jongin leaving breathless.

*

"Where are the hands!?" Junmyeon utters in surprise when he comes back at Jongin's room a week after. He looks around the room, behind the door and even under the bed but finds not a single poster of Byun Baekhyun's hands. Jongin's room appears very normal now.

"Where did you put the hands?"

"Junmyeon-hyung, I don't need them anymore," Jongin says, smiling a little as he lies comfortably on his bed.

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm into something new now."

"Oh god," Junmyeon mutters, slapping his forehead. "So what is it this time?"

Jongin pats the bed beside him as if asking the older to lay next to him, so Junmyeon does. He gets on the bed and lies next to his friend, looking up to the ceiling where Jongin is staring ever since he came.

"That, is my new interest."

Junmyeon's eyes widen in shock.

"Aren't they pretty, hyung?"

On the ceiling is a poster of someone's smiling mouth showing its teeth, its very white teeth with two cute canines peeking through those pink kissable lips.

"What is that even--"

"They're Baekhyun's teeth!" Jongin says, flailing his arms as he stares dreamily at the poster. "His teeth that produce light, the light to guide my dark path in this cruel world."

Junmyeon shakes his head in disbelief, burying his face into the pillow as he mumbles, "At least you're not doing drugs."

"His smile is so pretty, right? I wish I could also use the toothpaste he's using," Jongin says as he hugs a picture frame of Baekhyun's teeth that was once Baekhyun's hands. "I wish I could be the toothbrush he's using so that I can feel Baekhyun's teeth around me!"

"Oh my god."

"I wish I could be his dentist so I can see his teeth regularly!"

"I wish you could just go back to liking Baekhyun's hands," Junmyeon mutters, sinking himself on the bed. "I like them better that those creepy teeth grinning at me like they would swallow me alive."

Jongin ignores him just because he's too busy fantasizing Baekhyun's pearly whites at the Tooth Paradise.

He's really a fan.

*

END

(A/N: I'm sorry okay, I just love Baekhyun's hands and teeth! This is for my friends who want KaiBaek so I hope you loved this!

Don't forget to check out my new book, I Promise You!)