Phone Call
Phone Call
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Genre: ?
Word Count: 301
Summary: Taemin is jealous.
Jonghyun groans, rolling over to grab his phone off the nightstand. One am is way too late for anyone to be calling him. He feels more awake though when he checks the caller ID. Why is Jinki calling him so late?
He presses the answer key, sitting up in bed. "Hyung? Are you okay?" he asks, hoping it's nothing horrible.
"Hyung is in bed," a voice says from the other side. Higher, breathy, and a far cry from Jinki's smooth, lower tone. "I'm borrowing his phone."
"...Why?" Jonghyun asks, thinking that Jinki must be okay, because Taemin doesn't sound panicked. "Why would you call me on his phone?"
"He wouldn't give your number to me," he says, like it explains everything. It doesn't.
"Did you have something to say to me?" he asks, biting his lip. This doesn't feel like some stupid kid pulling a prank, and he feels ridiculous being intimidated by a twelve year old. Twelve.
"Hyung has been over there a lot, right? You're all over his call records and texts."
"Does that bother you?" Jonghyun asks, laughing a little. Taemin is jealous because he's taking Jinki's attention away?
"What do you guys do over there?" Taemin asks, evading the question.
"Video games, study, watch movies," he lists off, practiced from trying to explain to other people.
"That voice message he saved seemed pretty suggestive."
"You don't know anything Taemin, you're twelve," Jonghyun says, mentally cursing the fact that Jinki doesn't have a phone that locks.
"I know more than you think Jong-"
"Go to bed Taemin," he says, cutting him off and hanging up before he can say anything else. He turns his phone off-just in case-and lays down again, unable to help the frown on his face.
Fucking creepy ass twelve year old.
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Genre: ?
Word Count: 301
Summary: Taemin is jealous.
Jonghyun groans, rolling over to grab his phone off the nightstand. One am is way too late for anyone to be calling him. He feels more awake though when he checks the caller ID. Why is Jinki calling him so late?
He presses the answer key, sitting up in bed. "Hyung? Are you okay?" he asks, hoping it's nothing horrible.
"Hyung is in bed," a voice says from the other side. Higher, breathy, and a far cry from Jinki's smooth, lower tone. "I'm borrowing his phone."
"...Why?" Jonghyun asks, thinking that Jinki must be okay, because Taemin doesn't sound panicked. "Why would you call me on his phone?"
"He wouldn't give your number to me," he says, like it explains everything. It doesn't.
"Did you have something to say to me?" he asks, biting his lip. This doesn't feel like some stupid kid pulling a prank, and he feels ridiculous being intimidated by a twelve year old. Twelve.
"Hyung has been over there a lot, right? You're all over his call records and texts."
"Does that bother you?" Jonghyun asks, laughing a little. Taemin is jealous because he's taking Jinki's attention away?
"What do you guys do over there?" Taemin asks, evading the question.
"Video games, study, watch movies," he lists off, practiced from trying to explain to other people.
"That voice message he saved seemed pretty suggestive."
"You don't know anything Taemin, you're twelve," Jonghyun says, mentally cursing the fact that Jinki doesn't have a phone that locks.
"I know more than you think Jong-"
"Go to bed Taemin," he says, cutting him off and hanging up before he can say anything else. He turns his phone off-just in case-and lays down again, unable to help the frown on his face.
Fucking creepy ass twelve year old.