The SHINee Dorm (02)
The SHINee Dorm
pairings: MinKey, OnTae, Jongkyung. /shattered JongKey
rating: PG-13
Key was just about to drift into sleep when he heard someone walking down the hallway outside his room door. All the members had a different way of walking that sounded different, and Key could recognise every one. Onew’s gentle treading was uneven and constantly interrupted by him tripping over something or walking into another wall, Minho strode noisily and swiftly all the time with his impossibly long legs, and Taemin’s baby steps were usually light skips or a shuffle-plod that made Key smile. Jonghyun tended to trudge or plod around because of the stack of insoles in his shoes, but in the house he dragged his feet so brashly Key threatened to carpet the entire house in a bright pink fluffy theme.
He felt the mattress shift as someone climbed in under the covers with him. He was a little surprised, since Taemin had stopped doing this ever since his 18th birthday, but he happily wrapped his arms around the boy’s skinny waist anyway. When he tried to tangle his legs with the lanky dancer’s, he found that Taemin’s feet ended slightly above his, and he frowned slightly, before taking it that his baby was curled up somewhat.
Then he started to roam along Taemin’s body with his slender fingers. Taemin had the smoothest baby skin ever and Key remembered how he used to find every excuse to brush his arm or stroke his cheek when the boy just moved in. However, his hands met with firmly chiselled abs, and even what felt like a happy trail. He gasped and stiffened, realising that the shampoo scent in front of him wasn’t Taemin’s, it smelt like…
“Kim Jonghyun!” he hissed angrily, knowing Minho in the next bed was an extremely light sleeper. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” When he tried to draw back his arms, Jonghyun moaned and gripped them firmly to stop him.
“I missed you…” he mumbled into the pillow, before wrapping the boy’s arms tighter around himself. Key sighed and gave in, as hard as Jonghyun’s body was, he did make a pretty good bolster.
The other family members didn’t think much of it when Jonghyun naturally became attached to Key; it was about time the umma got some well deserved attention anyway, the only reactions he got from Minho were when he threatened to cross dress his friend. Minho absolutely refused to spend time with Key if Jonghyun was there, and to be honest Key preferred Jjong over Minho, so he left the other boy up to sulk by himself. Jonghyun didn’t mind this arrangement; the presence of the younger boy dwarfed him in more ways than one anyway.
Before long, as Jonghyun got settled in, more of his personality came out. Other than the little notes that SM made in his file, commenting on his powerful voice or his height issues, the members didn’t really know much about him. Soon, he’d told them more about himself than they ever wanted to know.
He was born and raised in Seoul, until his parents had a messy divorce ending in him being abandoned at age 8. He had promptly stopped growing at the age of 16, and hence his height. He could sing almost every song ever written, his speciality was in falsettos. He’d been compared to a dinosaur on a regular basis, and didn’t mind being related with such awesome creatures. He had a thing for skinship, and used to have blonde hair, and an extensive dating experience.
Of course there were the things that he only told Key, like how he’d had a full make out session in a darkroom before realising his partner was a guy, and how he’d had dreams of being a model before, and Key gleefully made use of those to make the elder boy do whatever he wanted. He occasionally let some of the less horrifying stories slip to Minho or Taemin, especially when his baby pouted at him (he’d give him the moon if he asked for it while pouting, a fact that Taemin often used to get his way) but Jonghyun never realised.
And so life in the dorm went on as normal, Onew and Taemin continued with their regular schedules, Minho joined a sports club to relieve his ‘stress’, and Jonghyun and Key were labelled as best friends. Skinship between them became a common sight in the dorm, and the other members no longer backed out of rooms blushing and apologising profusely, especially after they declared they were both definitely straight.
There were however, rumours that got thrown about the other dorms and among the newbies, but the duo in their own world ignored them all. They were seen strolling down the hallways swinging their clasped hands or shopping with the other’s hand in their back pockets, feeding each other sweet treats and licking cream off each other’s noses.
Minho of course, played a big part in keeping most of the hurtful rumours away from the ears of the happy ‘couple’. He couldn’t stand the sight of Jonghyun’s arm wrapped around Key’s waist, but as long as Key was happy, he’d do anything to keep him that way. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and even though they still shared a room, the huge ass aura reeking from that tiny body next to Key on the latter’s bed definitely served as an obscenely immense obstruction.
Within half a year, Key found himself confessing to Minho that he felt empty without the presence of the little dino beside him. Minho had absolutely no desire whatsoever to hear this, but Key insisted he would implode if he didn’t tell someone, and so Minho found himself slumped over the kitchen table with an incredulous expression frozen on his face.
“I don’t know, Minho…he told me he swung both ways, but…I’ve never felt this way before! What if I tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same way? It’ll become so awkward then!” the diva rambled on, oblivious to the other’s stoic face.
“You’ll still have me…” he mumbled under his breath. Key waved his arms in the air in exasperation.
“What? Oh nevermind. So should I tell him? I think I will…tonight maybe…or maybe should I wait? I mean, he kissed me Minho, and I’m not kidding you here, there was a full Beijing Olympics fireworks show going on in my brain. No, I can’t stand it another moment, I have to tell him. Alright, I’ve decided, I’m telling him tonight. Thanks Minho, you’re an awesome friend.” Key pecked the other boy on the cheek before sweeping out, literally skipping down the hallway.
Minho just shook his head quietly and made a mental note to prepare the tissues and hot water bottle. Key hadn’t made it a point to notice, but Jonghyun had been going out an excessive lot in the past month, avoiding the topic smoothly when asked of his whereabouts. Minho had hacked into his laptop while the elder boy was out, and read most of his message logs. He’d been meeting up with a gorgeous popular actress, Shin Sekyung, and based on the pretty steamy conversations he’d read, they were pretty into each other. Not once did Jonghyun mention Key to her.
When Jonghyun finally slipped into their room at 2AM in the morning, Key was still up and waiting for him. Minho pretended to have fallen asleep at 12 but he’d been listening to Key mumble to himself for the past 2 hours while imagining what beating the crap out of Jonghyun would feel like in his mind. Jonghyun smiled and stroked Key’s cheek, being the player he was. Minho’s fists clenched as he listened to their whispered conversation.
“Hey darling, I told you not to wait up for me, you’ll get dark eye circles tomorrow.”
“But you’ll still love me, right?” Key let the line slip through his pale lips before he blushed and looked down. Jonghyun paused for a second before laughing softly.
“Of course, you -”
“I love you, Kim Jonghyun.” It made Minho’s stomach wrench and his skin crawl to hear those words out of Key’s mouth, but it was Jonghyun’s reply that set his insides burning with a need to punch in the guy’s sickening face. Without a moment’s hesitation, the elder replied.
“Yeah I love you too. Now listen, I need to tell you something.” Key was too stunned by Jonghyun reciprocating his feelings that he just nodded, his jaw hanging open. “You know I’ve been going out a lot lately, right? Well, there’s this girl, Sekyung, today I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes!” Jonghyun blurted this out in a rush of words and toppled onto the bed, sighing in relief.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get that off my chest. Now come on, darling, it’s time you went to sleep.” Jonghyun patted the space on the bed next to him, completely oblivious to the horrified expression on Key’s face.
The diva just slipped off the bed without a word, shuffling out to the living room, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Jonghyun just shrugged and fell asleep instantly with a conceited smile on his face, murmuring Sekyung’s name to himself. Minho flew out of the room after flinging a look of scorn at the sleeping figure.
Outside, he found Key hyperventilating on the sofa, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he rocked back and fourth. Even when his friend knelt before him he didn’t react, even when Minho pressed his forehead to Key’s and when their noses gently brushed against each other, all he could feel was the pain from his broken heart. What he didn’t know was that Minho’s heart had been battered and bruised by him time and time again, and with every tear that fell from his eyes Minho’s heart broke a little more.
Eventually he calmed down enough to actually breathe properly, and Key dozed off leaning into the crook of his friend’s arm. Minho, who had sat silently for the last 3 hours, swept his friend up in his arms and carried him back into their room. To his bed this time.
By the time Key awoke to the smell of burning food the next morning, Onew and Taemin had long left the house, and Jonghyun was out on a date. Stumbling half asleep into the kitchen, he saw Minho with his hair sticking up all over the place, frowning hard at the pan of blackened eggs before him. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the tall guy from behind, resting his chin on Minho’s shoulder.
“I guess you overdid the flaming charisma here, huh.” He muttered softly before placing his cool hands over Minho’s. Minho laughed and turned around to return the hug, pressing a light kiss to Key’s forehead.
“Good afternoon sleeping beauty. Your face is brilliantly puffy and swollen right now.” Key instantly made him regret saying that by withdrawing from the hug and floundering to their bathroom to wail about how horrendous he looked at the moment.
“But I still love you!” Minho called after him.
“SHUT UP!!!!!!” Key shrieked his reply.
When Onew and Taemin tumbled through the doors later that evening, they took a moment to work things out when they saw Key and Minho sleeping with their heads resting on each other, hands tightly clasped.
“Oh well. It’s about time Minho did something right, eh Taeminnie?” Onew smiled as he took the younger boy’s mittened hands in his, and kissed his cold cheek, making Taemin flush and pull him to the room they shared.
Dinner that evening was ordered in, since the pan was completely destroyed from Minho’s attempt at cooking earlier that day, a fact that Key made sure to remind him of every ten minutes. They laughed and joked, exchanging stories of what they’d been up to that day, but Minho was the only one who caught the glances Key flicked at Jonghyun’s empty seat.
Onew and Taemin went to bed early, claiming to need the rest for work and school the next day, but from the noises coming from their bedroom Key and Minho were pretty sure they weren’t getting much sleeping done. The two were watching a sweet romance movie that Minho had rented, Key cuddling into Minho’s warm body and the latter occasionally playing with Key’s soft hair.
At 1AM, Key was laying on Minho’s lap as they talked about meaningless things just to hear the sound of the other’s voice, when his phone beeped with a text.
“Hey babe, don’t wait up for me tonight, I’m staying over at Sekyung’s place. Finally scoring some! I’ll let you in the details when I get back if you want!”
Key threw his phone violently across the room, smashing it into pieces and ran into their room, flinging himself onto Minho’s bed and burying his face into the pillow. He breathed in the scent of Minho, that comforting manly smell that always made things better, but this time, his heart has hurting too much. Minho stood in the doorway and stared at the boy shuddering on his bed. Striding across the room, he pulled hard on Key’s shoulder, rolling him over.
“Please, Minho, don’t do this to me.” Key’s voice caught as a fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks, his eyes were screwed shut and he kept shaking his head. He dug his perfectly manicured nails into the others’ arm, dragging him close but pushing him away at the same time. Minho didn’t respond, but leant in closer, making Key lie down on the bed. Without a word, he pressed his chapped lips to Key’s trembling ones, and parted them gently. Key whimpered softly into the kiss, his eyes still closed, but his arms naturally slipped behind his old best friend’s neck to pull him closer.
“Don’t do this to yourself.” Minho whispered gently, before untangling himself from Key’s grip and climbing off the bed. The latter had curled up in a foetal position, the tears streaming onto the pillow, and Minho gently pulled the blanket over him. When Taemin woke up early the next morning for school he found Minho sprawled across the sofa and draped a sweater over the elder before tiptoeing out of the dorm noiselessly.
The SHINee Dorm (01)
The SHINee Dorm (03)
it's official, i'm now a MinKey stan. ^^ OnTae was just made to be all along. and Jongkyung. well. no comments on that one.
this series was a good idea, i can totally delete elementals right now. hahahaha.
comments (good or bad) will be loved.
-aelis
pairings: MinKey, OnTae, Jongkyung. /shattered JongKey
rating: PG-13
Key was just about to drift into sleep when he heard someone walking down the hallway outside his room door. All the members had a different way of walking that sounded different, and Key could recognise every one. Onew’s gentle treading was uneven and constantly interrupted by him tripping over something or walking into another wall, Minho strode noisily and swiftly all the time with his impossibly long legs, and Taemin’s baby steps were usually light skips or a shuffle-plod that made Key smile. Jonghyun tended to trudge or plod around because of the stack of insoles in his shoes, but in the house he dragged his feet so brashly Key threatened to carpet the entire house in a bright pink fluffy theme.
He felt the mattress shift as someone climbed in under the covers with him. He was a little surprised, since Taemin had stopped doing this ever since his 18th birthday, but he happily wrapped his arms around the boy’s skinny waist anyway. When he tried to tangle his legs with the lanky dancer’s, he found that Taemin’s feet ended slightly above his, and he frowned slightly, before taking it that his baby was curled up somewhat.
Then he started to roam along Taemin’s body with his slender fingers. Taemin had the smoothest baby skin ever and Key remembered how he used to find every excuse to brush his arm or stroke his cheek when the boy just moved in. However, his hands met with firmly chiselled abs, and even what felt like a happy trail. He gasped and stiffened, realising that the shampoo scent in front of him wasn’t Taemin’s, it smelt like…
“Kim Jonghyun!” he hissed angrily, knowing Minho in the next bed was an extremely light sleeper. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” When he tried to draw back his arms, Jonghyun moaned and gripped them firmly to stop him.
“I missed you…” he mumbled into the pillow, before wrapping the boy’s arms tighter around himself. Key sighed and gave in, as hard as Jonghyun’s body was, he did make a pretty good bolster.
The other family members didn’t think much of it when Jonghyun naturally became attached to Key; it was about time the umma got some well deserved attention anyway, the only reactions he got from Minho were when he threatened to cross dress his friend. Minho absolutely refused to spend time with Key if Jonghyun was there, and to be honest Key preferred Jjong over Minho, so he left the other boy up to sulk by himself. Jonghyun didn’t mind this arrangement; the presence of the younger boy dwarfed him in more ways than one anyway.
Before long, as Jonghyun got settled in, more of his personality came out. Other than the little notes that SM made in his file, commenting on his powerful voice or his height issues, the members didn’t really know much about him. Soon, he’d told them more about himself than they ever wanted to know.
He was born and raised in Seoul, until his parents had a messy divorce ending in him being abandoned at age 8. He had promptly stopped growing at the age of 16, and hence his height. He could sing almost every song ever written, his speciality was in falsettos. He’d been compared to a dinosaur on a regular basis, and didn’t mind being related with such awesome creatures. He had a thing for skinship, and used to have blonde hair, and an extensive dating experience.
Of course there were the things that he only told Key, like how he’d had a full make out session in a darkroom before realising his partner was a guy, and how he’d had dreams of being a model before, and Key gleefully made use of those to make the elder boy do whatever he wanted. He occasionally let some of the less horrifying stories slip to Minho or Taemin, especially when his baby pouted at him (he’d give him the moon if he asked for it while pouting, a fact that Taemin often used to get his way) but Jonghyun never realised.
And so life in the dorm went on as normal, Onew and Taemin continued with their regular schedules, Minho joined a sports club to relieve his ‘stress’, and Jonghyun and Key were labelled as best friends. Skinship between them became a common sight in the dorm, and the other members no longer backed out of rooms blushing and apologising profusely, especially after they declared they were both definitely straight.
There were however, rumours that got thrown about the other dorms and among the newbies, but the duo in their own world ignored them all. They were seen strolling down the hallways swinging their clasped hands or shopping with the other’s hand in their back pockets, feeding each other sweet treats and licking cream off each other’s noses.
Minho of course, played a big part in keeping most of the hurtful rumours away from the ears of the happy ‘couple’. He couldn’t stand the sight of Jonghyun’s arm wrapped around Key’s waist, but as long as Key was happy, he’d do anything to keep him that way. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and even though they still shared a room, the huge ass aura reeking from that tiny body next to Key on the latter’s bed definitely served as an obscenely immense obstruction.
Within half a year, Key found himself confessing to Minho that he felt empty without the presence of the little dino beside him. Minho had absolutely no desire whatsoever to hear this, but Key insisted he would implode if he didn’t tell someone, and so Minho found himself slumped over the kitchen table with an incredulous expression frozen on his face.
“I don’t know, Minho…he told me he swung both ways, but…I’ve never felt this way before! What if I tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same way? It’ll become so awkward then!” the diva rambled on, oblivious to the other’s stoic face.
“You’ll still have me…” he mumbled under his breath. Key waved his arms in the air in exasperation.
“What? Oh nevermind. So should I tell him? I think I will…tonight maybe…or maybe should I wait? I mean, he kissed me Minho, and I’m not kidding you here, there was a full Beijing Olympics fireworks show going on in my brain. No, I can’t stand it another moment, I have to tell him. Alright, I’ve decided, I’m telling him tonight. Thanks Minho, you’re an awesome friend.” Key pecked the other boy on the cheek before sweeping out, literally skipping down the hallway.
Minho just shook his head quietly and made a mental note to prepare the tissues and hot water bottle. Key hadn’t made it a point to notice, but Jonghyun had been going out an excessive lot in the past month, avoiding the topic smoothly when asked of his whereabouts. Minho had hacked into his laptop while the elder boy was out, and read most of his message logs. He’d been meeting up with a gorgeous popular actress, Shin Sekyung, and based on the pretty steamy conversations he’d read, they were pretty into each other. Not once did Jonghyun mention Key to her.
When Jonghyun finally slipped into their room at 2AM in the morning, Key was still up and waiting for him. Minho pretended to have fallen asleep at 12 but he’d been listening to Key mumble to himself for the past 2 hours while imagining what beating the crap out of Jonghyun would feel like in his mind. Jonghyun smiled and stroked Key’s cheek, being the player he was. Minho’s fists clenched as he listened to their whispered conversation.
“Hey darling, I told you not to wait up for me, you’ll get dark eye circles tomorrow.”
“But you’ll still love me, right?” Key let the line slip through his pale lips before he blushed and looked down. Jonghyun paused for a second before laughing softly.
“Of course, you -”
“I love you, Kim Jonghyun.” It made Minho’s stomach wrench and his skin crawl to hear those words out of Key’s mouth, but it was Jonghyun’s reply that set his insides burning with a need to punch in the guy’s sickening face. Without a moment’s hesitation, the elder replied.
“Yeah I love you too. Now listen, I need to tell you something.” Key was too stunned by Jonghyun reciprocating his feelings that he just nodded, his jaw hanging open. “You know I’ve been going out a lot lately, right? Well, there’s this girl, Sekyung, today I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes!” Jonghyun blurted this out in a rush of words and toppled onto the bed, sighing in relief.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get that off my chest. Now come on, darling, it’s time you went to sleep.” Jonghyun patted the space on the bed next to him, completely oblivious to the horrified expression on Key’s face.
The diva just slipped off the bed without a word, shuffling out to the living room, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Jonghyun just shrugged and fell asleep instantly with a conceited smile on his face, murmuring Sekyung’s name to himself. Minho flew out of the room after flinging a look of scorn at the sleeping figure.
Outside, he found Key hyperventilating on the sofa, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he rocked back and fourth. Even when his friend knelt before him he didn’t react, even when Minho pressed his forehead to Key’s and when their noses gently brushed against each other, all he could feel was the pain from his broken heart. What he didn’t know was that Minho’s heart had been battered and bruised by him time and time again, and with every tear that fell from his eyes Minho’s heart broke a little more.
Eventually he calmed down enough to actually breathe properly, and Key dozed off leaning into the crook of his friend’s arm. Minho, who had sat silently for the last 3 hours, swept his friend up in his arms and carried him back into their room. To his bed this time.
By the time Key awoke to the smell of burning food the next morning, Onew and Taemin had long left the house, and Jonghyun was out on a date. Stumbling half asleep into the kitchen, he saw Minho with his hair sticking up all over the place, frowning hard at the pan of blackened eggs before him. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the tall guy from behind, resting his chin on Minho’s shoulder.
“I guess you overdid the flaming charisma here, huh.” He muttered softly before placing his cool hands over Minho’s. Minho laughed and turned around to return the hug, pressing a light kiss to Key’s forehead.
“Good afternoon sleeping beauty. Your face is brilliantly puffy and swollen right now.” Key instantly made him regret saying that by withdrawing from the hug and floundering to their bathroom to wail about how horrendous he looked at the moment.
“But I still love you!” Minho called after him.
“SHUT UP!!!!!!” Key shrieked his reply.
When Onew and Taemin tumbled through the doors later that evening, they took a moment to work things out when they saw Key and Minho sleeping with their heads resting on each other, hands tightly clasped.
“Oh well. It’s about time Minho did something right, eh Taeminnie?” Onew smiled as he took the younger boy’s mittened hands in his, and kissed his cold cheek, making Taemin flush and pull him to the room they shared.
Dinner that evening was ordered in, since the pan was completely destroyed from Minho’s attempt at cooking earlier that day, a fact that Key made sure to remind him of every ten minutes. They laughed and joked, exchanging stories of what they’d been up to that day, but Minho was the only one who caught the glances Key flicked at Jonghyun’s empty seat.
Onew and Taemin went to bed early, claiming to need the rest for work and school the next day, but from the noises coming from their bedroom Key and Minho were pretty sure they weren’t getting much sleeping done. The two were watching a sweet romance movie that Minho had rented, Key cuddling into Minho’s warm body and the latter occasionally playing with Key’s soft hair.
At 1AM, Key was laying on Minho’s lap as they talked about meaningless things just to hear the sound of the other’s voice, when his phone beeped with a text.
“Hey babe, don’t wait up for me tonight, I’m staying over at Sekyung’s place. Finally scoring some! I’ll let you in the details when I get back if you want!”
Key threw his phone violently across the room, smashing it into pieces and ran into their room, flinging himself onto Minho’s bed and burying his face into the pillow. He breathed in the scent of Minho, that comforting manly smell that always made things better, but this time, his heart has hurting too much. Minho stood in the doorway and stared at the boy shuddering on his bed. Striding across the room, he pulled hard on Key’s shoulder, rolling him over.
“Please, Minho, don’t do this to me.” Key’s voice caught as a fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks, his eyes were screwed shut and he kept shaking his head. He dug his perfectly manicured nails into the others’ arm, dragging him close but pushing him away at the same time. Minho didn’t respond, but leant in closer, making Key lie down on the bed. Without a word, he pressed his chapped lips to Key’s trembling ones, and parted them gently. Key whimpered softly into the kiss, his eyes still closed, but his arms naturally slipped behind his old best friend’s neck to pull him closer.
“Don’t do this to yourself.” Minho whispered gently, before untangling himself from Key’s grip and climbing off the bed. The latter had curled up in a foetal position, the tears streaming onto the pillow, and Minho gently pulled the blanket over him. When Taemin woke up early the next morning for school he found Minho sprawled across the sofa and draped a sweater over the elder before tiptoeing out of the dorm noiselessly.
The SHINee Dorm (01)
The SHINee Dorm (03)
it's official, i'm now a MinKey stan. ^^ OnTae was just made to be all along. and Jongkyung. well. no comments on that one.
this series was a good idea, i can totally delete elementals right now. hahahaha.
comments (good or bad) will be loved.
-aelis