Misunderstandings - OnTae PG13
Okay so, once again I am sorry cause I'm MiA so much. Life hates me, sinus headaches suck. yadda yadda...
But, the other night I did get online with aim and yacked poor wynnetimate 's ear off, along with spamming her and doing a timed writing exercise with stjoan4eva and kinnosuikazura aka jennneedsanewljnameomg. We had all wanted to do something for shawol_haven 's recent challenge and just ran out of time. So we used the picture from the challenge - aka the pic of a rumpled bed and we gave ourselves 45 minutes. We even used a timer and stuff, go us. Anyway, this is what came out in mine.
Um....yeah. Oh also, the original title of this was Misinterpretations but i thought Misunderstandings works better. Um, yeah some of this came out of things I've been thinking about. Ya'll remember I'm thinky right? Also, I apologize to Jjong stans but I do not like the dino. So he gets to be the instigator...lolololol.
Title: Misunderstandings
Pairing: OnTae
Length: 1575
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG13 (i think there's a little swearing, i forget lol)
Summary: Too much tension, too much pressure leads to Jinki losing his temper and Taemin walking out.
A/N: Yeah I think I covered this already, sheesh.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Um...really nothing ...seriously. Trust me.
It all started so simply. It wasn't meant to be this way. Jinki slid his hand through his long hair for about the fiftieth time and stared at the room he and Taemin were supposed to be spending three glorious days alone in. Except, Taemin was not there.
And why wasn't he there? Because they'd had a stupid fight over stupid jealousy and frustration that didn't even matter and Taemin got so upset and hurt that he walked out and hadn't come back yet. Jink sagged at the knees and found himself suddenly sitting on the polished hard wood floor with no memory of exactly how he had arrived there. He picked up his hand phone again and flipped it open, dialing Taemin's number ...again.
He'd been calling for what seemed like hours with pauses to call Key, to call Minho, to even call Jjong and the very fact of having to call him tasted like ashes in his mouth. But that couldn't matter, it wasn't as important as Taemin's safety.
The call went to voice mail and Jinki left another message asking Taemin to please just call him so he knew that the younger man wasn't walking the streets at....3 am. It just wasn't safe.
This was his fault...Jinki accepted that. He'd let his frustrations and alright, damn it, his jealousy get the best of him and the things he'd said to Taemin were rough and cruel. Jinki blinked and in his mind's eye he could see Taemin's expression, fading from angry and defensive to closed down and crushed. He watched Taemin wrap long arms around himself and seem to diminish simply from the words that hung in the air.
Jinki cringed. If he'd only stopped his rant and gone to Taemin, wrapped his own arms around his beloved and told him how much he loved him...this wouldn't be happening. It was his own fault.
It just hurt so much. Seeing Taemin choosing someone else over him...even in small things. He knew better. He knew Taemin loved him, knew it in his heart, in the deepest part of himself. Getting hurt over superficialities was weakness. And he'd let that weakness turn his tongue to knives and shredded Taemin's heart with it.
If only Taemin would call, would come back so he could begin to make amends. But he was out there somewhere with nothing but his thin sweater and a leather jacket on and it was fucking snowing. Jinki hauled himself up off the floor and went to the window...gazing out into the darkness as if somehow he could be the light to call Taemin back.
....
Taemin was walking in circles. He made a long sweep around the block, just walking and walking. His phone kept ringing and he knew it was Jinki probably in a fit of remorse. He couldn't answer it, not yet. His mind was spinning with all that Jinki had said, and more importantly, the underlying cause of what Jinki had said. By now, Taemin was well aware that Jinki was the most restrained of men when it came to letting loose his temper. He knew himself too well.
Something had triggered him and that had to be him...he'd hurt Jinki to the quick, badly enough that the elder had seen red without first filtering what he had to say as he usually did. Taemin paused in the shelter of an overhang, warmth from the building it belonged to seeping out and keeping hiim from freezing. He rubbed at his arms and bit his lip as his phone rang again.
Taemin sighed. He still wasn't ready to answer the call but he opened his phone and sent a short text.
J,
I'm fine. I need to think. Talk soon.
<3 Tae
In a moment, his phone buzzed.
Taemin,
I love you.
J
Taemin glanced around him. He was still a good ways from the hotel they were staying in. Between here and there, he had to come up with some way to fix this. He started walking again, turning the situation over in his mind like a puzzle he hadn't found the answer to yet.
...
Jinki walked into the bathroom with his phone still open to Taemin's text. He hadn't said he loved Jinki, but he had left a heart. Perhaps they weren't shattered irrevocably. He set the phone aside carefully then ran the water in the sink very hot, washing his face and hands as if the ritual of cleansing could brush the cobwebs and jealousy from his mind. The small gestures left him feeling better at least. Next on his agenda was to use the small coffee pot and powdered cocoa mix to make Taemin something hot to drink. He'd been outside a long time, the warmth and sweetness of the drink should help him warm up faster.
That set ready, Jinki didn't know what to do with himself. He started to pace, walking across the small but comfortable room in exactly fifteen paces, then walking back again. He'd done this several times when there was a soft knock on the door. Of course, Taemin had walked out without even a key to their room. Jinki hurried to open the door and then just stood there, staring at Taemin anxiously.
"I'm so sorry," he began, reaching out to pull Taemin into the room.
Taemin could only stare back at Jinki for a moment, seeing the lines of stress on his brow, the tightness around his mouth. He practically fell into his lover's arms, wrapping himself around him.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured almost in echo of Jinki's apologies. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I know it does...I know you hate it when I...when Jjong-hyung tells me stuff and it's different than what you told me...I'm so sorry." Taemin was babbling and didn't care, anything to make those lines on Jinki's face ease away.
"Taemin, Taemin, Taemin," Jinki muttered, hauling Taemin with him across the room and onto their still pristine bed, ripping the blanket off and around both of them fully clothed. "Don't do that again...please don't do that. The minute the door closed I would have done anything to take what I said back. I didn't mean half of it...I didn't mean to be so cruel."
Taemin stopped talking and started kissing instead. It was easier for the moment when he still didn't know how to solve the problem that lay between them and he needed to touch Jinki, feel him, know he was still there. Jinki was talking so he fastened his mouth to the side of Jinki's neck, kissing him softly there, and then again and again, pushing the older man's sweater off his shoulder with no concern for the knitted material. He licked delicately and could have purred at the salt and earth and Jinki taste that met his tongue.
Jinki blinked, his chanting repetitions of Taemin's name coming to a jarring halt. This was not what he'd expected. He'd expected Taemin to be hardly willing to have him near...not kissing him...fuck...licking him. He shifted, rolling them both over so he could look into Taemin's eyes.
"I love you," Taemin said simply looking up at Jinki with wide eyes. "That's all I could really think about. It doesn't matter what you say...it doesn't matter what anybody says. I love you. I know you love me...the rest of it is just...stuff. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't realize at first what an idiot I had been, when I know that shit hurts you."
"Taemin...it was my fault. I lost my temper. I let how I feel about...about him get the best of me. I know you love me. I love you." Jinki couldn't help himself, he had to contradict Taemin's acceptance of blame. He knew full well who opened his mouth.
Rolling his eyes a little, Taemin lifted a still cold hand and planted it over Jinki's lips. "The important part, is that we love each other. So, can we just...go with that please?" He gave his lover his best winsome smile hopefully.
Jinki felt strange...off balance. It wasn't that he wanted to continue the fight, far from it. He just hadn't expected that what had happened could be so easily resolved. He kissed Taemin's palm and pulled it away from his mouth and stared down at Taemin's face.
"When did you get so mature?" he asked with a half smile tugging at his lips.
Taemin flashed him a wide eyed grin and wiggled a bit. "It was around about the third time around the block when I realized I was freezing to death when I could be here with you instead."
Tilting his head, Jinki shifted to let Taemin up and reached to help him shed jacket and then sweater, the clothes falling to the floor haphazardly. "You are a very smart man," Jinki decided as he began to tug off his own sweater.
"I know, I won't let it go to my head," Taemin laughed and pulled until Jinki tumbled back into the bed with him.
Jinki smiled and covered Taemin's lips with his own, sealing the last of the pain away with the warm deep kiss that made both of them shiver and gasp. There was no more talking, only warmth.
Er, this might be considered to exist somewhere in the Ready or Not timeline, ish...thing.
I'll be back later to crosspost like woah but right now I need ibuprofen and something to crack my head open to get all the phlegm out...
But, the other night I did get online with aim and yacked poor wynnetimate 's ear off, along with spamming her and doing a timed writing exercise with stjoan4eva and kinnosuikazura aka jennneedsanewljnameomg. We had all wanted to do something for shawol_haven 's recent challenge and just ran out of time. So we used the picture from the challenge - aka the pic of a rumpled bed and we gave ourselves 45 minutes. We even used a timer and stuff, go us. Anyway, this is what came out in mine.
Um....yeah. Oh also, the original title of this was Misinterpretations but i thought Misunderstandings works better. Um, yeah some of this came out of things I've been thinking about. Ya'll remember I'm thinky right? Also, I apologize to Jjong stans but I do not like the dino. So he gets to be the instigator...lolololol.
Title: Misunderstandings
Pairing: OnTae
Length: 1575
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG13 (i think there's a little swearing, i forget lol)
Summary: Too much tension, too much pressure leads to Jinki losing his temper and Taemin walking out.
A/N: Yeah I think I covered this already, sheesh.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Um...really nothing ...seriously. Trust me.
It all started so simply. It wasn't meant to be this way. Jinki slid his hand through his long hair for about the fiftieth time and stared at the room he and Taemin were supposed to be spending three glorious days alone in. Except, Taemin was not there.
And why wasn't he there? Because they'd had a stupid fight over stupid jealousy and frustration that didn't even matter and Taemin got so upset and hurt that he walked out and hadn't come back yet. Jink sagged at the knees and found himself suddenly sitting on the polished hard wood floor with no memory of exactly how he had arrived there. He picked up his hand phone again and flipped it open, dialing Taemin's number ...again.
He'd been calling for what seemed like hours with pauses to call Key, to call Minho, to even call Jjong and the very fact of having to call him tasted like ashes in his mouth. But that couldn't matter, it wasn't as important as Taemin's safety.
The call went to voice mail and Jinki left another message asking Taemin to please just call him so he knew that the younger man wasn't walking the streets at....3 am. It just wasn't safe.
This was his fault...Jinki accepted that. He'd let his frustrations and alright, damn it, his jealousy get the best of him and the things he'd said to Taemin were rough and cruel. Jinki blinked and in his mind's eye he could see Taemin's expression, fading from angry and defensive to closed down and crushed. He watched Taemin wrap long arms around himself and seem to diminish simply from the words that hung in the air.
Jinki cringed. If he'd only stopped his rant and gone to Taemin, wrapped his own arms around his beloved and told him how much he loved him...this wouldn't be happening. It was his own fault.
It just hurt so much. Seeing Taemin choosing someone else over him...even in small things. He knew better. He knew Taemin loved him, knew it in his heart, in the deepest part of himself. Getting hurt over superficialities was weakness. And he'd let that weakness turn his tongue to knives and shredded Taemin's heart with it.
If only Taemin would call, would come back so he could begin to make amends. But he was out there somewhere with nothing but his thin sweater and a leather jacket on and it was fucking snowing. Jinki hauled himself up off the floor and went to the window...gazing out into the darkness as if somehow he could be the light to call Taemin back.
....
Taemin was walking in circles. He made a long sweep around the block, just walking and walking. His phone kept ringing and he knew it was Jinki probably in a fit of remorse. He couldn't answer it, not yet. His mind was spinning with all that Jinki had said, and more importantly, the underlying cause of what Jinki had said. By now, Taemin was well aware that Jinki was the most restrained of men when it came to letting loose his temper. He knew himself too well.
Something had triggered him and that had to be him...he'd hurt Jinki to the quick, badly enough that the elder had seen red without first filtering what he had to say as he usually did. Taemin paused in the shelter of an overhang, warmth from the building it belonged to seeping out and keeping hiim from freezing. He rubbed at his arms and bit his lip as his phone rang again.
Taemin sighed. He still wasn't ready to answer the call but he opened his phone and sent a short text.
J,
I'm fine. I need to think. Talk soon.
<3 Tae
In a moment, his phone buzzed.
Taemin,
I love you.
J
Taemin glanced around him. He was still a good ways from the hotel they were staying in. Between here and there, he had to come up with some way to fix this. He started walking again, turning the situation over in his mind like a puzzle he hadn't found the answer to yet.
...
Jinki walked into the bathroom with his phone still open to Taemin's text. He hadn't said he loved Jinki, but he had left a heart. Perhaps they weren't shattered irrevocably. He set the phone aside carefully then ran the water in the sink very hot, washing his face and hands as if the ritual of cleansing could brush the cobwebs and jealousy from his mind. The small gestures left him feeling better at least. Next on his agenda was to use the small coffee pot and powdered cocoa mix to make Taemin something hot to drink. He'd been outside a long time, the warmth and sweetness of the drink should help him warm up faster.
That set ready, Jinki didn't know what to do with himself. He started to pace, walking across the small but comfortable room in exactly fifteen paces, then walking back again. He'd done this several times when there was a soft knock on the door. Of course, Taemin had walked out without even a key to their room. Jinki hurried to open the door and then just stood there, staring at Taemin anxiously.
"I'm so sorry," he began, reaching out to pull Taemin into the room.
Taemin could only stare back at Jinki for a moment, seeing the lines of stress on his brow, the tightness around his mouth. He practically fell into his lover's arms, wrapping himself around him.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured almost in echo of Jinki's apologies. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I know it does...I know you hate it when I...when Jjong-hyung tells me stuff and it's different than what you told me...I'm so sorry." Taemin was babbling and didn't care, anything to make those lines on Jinki's face ease away.
"Taemin, Taemin, Taemin," Jinki muttered, hauling Taemin with him across the room and onto their still pristine bed, ripping the blanket off and around both of them fully clothed. "Don't do that again...please don't do that. The minute the door closed I would have done anything to take what I said back. I didn't mean half of it...I didn't mean to be so cruel."
Taemin stopped talking and started kissing instead. It was easier for the moment when he still didn't know how to solve the problem that lay between them and he needed to touch Jinki, feel him, know he was still there. Jinki was talking so he fastened his mouth to the side of Jinki's neck, kissing him softly there, and then again and again, pushing the older man's sweater off his shoulder with no concern for the knitted material. He licked delicately and could have purred at the salt and earth and Jinki taste that met his tongue.
Jinki blinked, his chanting repetitions of Taemin's name coming to a jarring halt. This was not what he'd expected. He'd expected Taemin to be hardly willing to have him near...not kissing him...fuck...licking him. He shifted, rolling them both over so he could look into Taemin's eyes.
"I love you," Taemin said simply looking up at Jinki with wide eyes. "That's all I could really think about. It doesn't matter what you say...it doesn't matter what anybody says. I love you. I know you love me...the rest of it is just...stuff. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't realize at first what an idiot I had been, when I know that shit hurts you."
"Taemin...it was my fault. I lost my temper. I let how I feel about...about him get the best of me. I know you love me. I love you." Jinki couldn't help himself, he had to contradict Taemin's acceptance of blame. He knew full well who opened his mouth.
Rolling his eyes a little, Taemin lifted a still cold hand and planted it over Jinki's lips. "The important part, is that we love each other. So, can we just...go with that please?" He gave his lover his best winsome smile hopefully.
Jinki felt strange...off balance. It wasn't that he wanted to continue the fight, far from it. He just hadn't expected that what had happened could be so easily resolved. He kissed Taemin's palm and pulled it away from his mouth and stared down at Taemin's face.
"When did you get so mature?" he asked with a half smile tugging at his lips.
Taemin flashed him a wide eyed grin and wiggled a bit. "It was around about the third time around the block when I realized I was freezing to death when I could be here with you instead."
Tilting his head, Jinki shifted to let Taemin up and reached to help him shed jacket and then sweater, the clothes falling to the floor haphazardly. "You are a very smart man," Jinki decided as he began to tug off his own sweater.
"I know, I won't let it go to my head," Taemin laughed and pulled until Jinki tumbled back into the bed with him.
Jinki smiled and covered Taemin's lips with his own, sealing the last of the pain away with the warm deep kiss that made both of them shiver and gasp. There was no more talking, only warmth.
Er, this might be considered to exist somewhere in the Ready or Not timeline, ish...thing.
I'll be back later to crosspost like woah but right now I need ibuprofen and something to crack my head open to get all the phlegm out...