Title: Memories [Oneshot]
Title: Memories [Oneshot]
Author: christmasplush
Pairing: OnTae
Disclaimer: I don't own SHINee. The story is mine.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Author's Note: Spot for wishiwuzkagome
Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! >< To be honest, it was really hard to write angst!OnTae. Un-betaed.
Ever since his so-called relatives dumped him on the streets after his parents passed away, Taemin had learned to cherished his life and the world around him.
That very winter, while trying to find a place to sleep, he stumbled across an alley where he found a small girl. She was shivering and clutching a photograph to her chest as if her life would vanish the second she let go.
"Why do you treasure that picture so much?"
The little girl stared evenly back at the boy, "Because photographs are memories. And I have no memories left."
And so, from then on, Taemin recorded everything. He ceased using his voice as he thought it would ruin the memories. Millions of individual snapshots, both physically and mentally were made. Every little rainbow, every tiny flower, every unique snowflake that came in contact with his warm palm was documented and filed away. For Taemin, this was how he didn't lose himself. It kept him rooted to the ground.
*
"Get the hell out of here, you fucking asshole!" Jinki's own mother screamed at him, chucking a beer bottle at his head blindly. Jinki dodged and the bottle shattered inches from his feet. Tears threatened to spill over, but he swiped them away with his dirty hoodie, letting a string of curses run under his breath. Nothing went right for this boy anymore, and he was getting sick of it. Once Jinki's dad had left the house, his mom had gotten drunk and beaten him almost every night. Just because he looked like his father. Only gravity kept him at the ground at this point.
-Train-
Jinki sighed, leaning the back of his head against the frosted window behind him. Watching the blur of trees rush past the opposite window, he smiled almost bitterly to himself, recalling his childhood.
Click.
Silence.
"Are you taking pictures of me?" Jinki asked the small boy in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Camera in hand, the boy shook his head ever so slightly, pointing to the scenery behind Jinki's head.
"Have fun, then," The boy glanced at him again, as if unsure but nodded nevertheless.
Jinki felt a strange feeling; his heart telling him to move towards the boy. Yeah, right.
*
Taemin watched the boy in front of him; his bitter-sweet smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the ends, the noticeable aura of pain and sadness. He was, if words could describe him in a coherent way, beautiful. Picking himself up from his seat, Taemin carefully slid into the space next to the beautiful stranger. He pulled out a notebook and elegantly wrote 'I'm Lee Taemin, what is your name?' before all but shoving the piece into the other boy's face. Scanning the page, he replied, "Jinki. Lee Jinki."
A pause.
"Are you, by any chance, mute?"
A nod.
"Oh."
A comfortable silence fell upon the two boys, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment.
Just when Jinki was about to doze off, the train came to a stop and Taemin nudged him awake softly, the corners of his lips lifting. Grasping the hand of the sleep deprived man, the smaller one continued to smile, pulling him off the train towards a nearby beach.
Several clicks went off next to Jinki as he groggily turned to his newly found friend. A pink tongue poked out of his companion's plump lips while his eyebrows knit together in concentration. Holding the heavy camera, Taemin aimed it at the sunrise. Click, click, click was the only sound heard besides the relaxing sound of the ocean waves. Then, the camera lens suddenly turned to Jinki as carefully planned shots were taken.
"Hmm, why are you taking pictures of me?"
Scratching of pencil against paper.
'Because you are beautiful.'
The said person inhaled sharply, eyes widening and his eyebrows shot up. No one had ever praised him, let alone call him beautiful.
"But-"
The notebook was held up once again, 'You should struggle, you should live. Learn to love. There are people who might need you, now and in the future.'
*
A few months later, Jinki dragged his feet into the small apartment he was sharing with his new boyfriend, Taemin. The older never heard a word come from the boy's lips, but he didn't mind. Company was enough. His love was more than Jinki could imagine and he often wondered what he did to deserve it.
A loud crash was heard from the kitchen, and Jinki grinned as he quietly tip-toed in.
"Mmm, yeobo," hummed the older of the two, wrapping his arm around Taemin's small frame. A frown was evident on the said one's face, his glare intent on the silver pot in front of the couple. As his eyes were almost disappearing and his smile was ever so wide, Jinki stepped over to the boiling water and pulled out the spoon.
Taemin watched in silence when the man in front of him tasted the soup. He could make out a hint of a grimace and it was then replaced with a poker face, although his small eyes glinted with humor.
'How was it?' Taemin signed with his hand, using the silent language that Jinki had recently picked up.
Jinki stood in thought, thinking over his words.
"To put in nicely, it was- horrible."
A smile broke out again, "But since you cooked it, I'll eat it."
He was met with squinted eyes and, 'I'll go buy some chicken.'
Picking up his jacket, Taemin headed out the door but not before turning and swiftly kissing Jinki on the lips.
An uneasy feeling came over Jinki, but he ignored it, focusing his attention on the television, though it wasn't even on.
20 minutes past. 30 minutes. 40 minutes.
It quickly became an hour and Jinki was almost going hysterical. He had called Taemin numerous times in the last 10 minutes but there was no response.
Meanwhile, Taemin lay in an abandoned alley. Earlier, a mysterious woman who was close to his age lured him in and did all sorts of things. It made him feel so abused, so powerless, and most of all, dirty. Even Jinki had not gone that far; he'd always took precautions and made sure Taemin wasn't in pain. Now he was left in a dark spot, where no one could find him as blood leaked out from various parts of his body. Feebly reaching for the sidewalk, where it was bright and wondrous, Taemin could feel his vision fade. Dozens of people rushed past and cars blurred by, not paying attention to the crippled boy in the alley. As he lied on the cold ground, his already weak life drained from his body.
"I love you, Jinki," he whispered his first and last words in many years before his body went completely cold.
*
One year had passed and Jinki was no better from the first day he found out Taemin was dead. Dark bags were visible under his eyes and Jinki's hair was messy and unkept.
He stared ahead, across the rails.
A flash of light.
Choking back a sob, he took a step back to steady his shaking frame. Taemin stood on the other side, smiling brightly as he opened his mouth. A beautiful melody came out of the glowing boy, his words only reaching Jinki's ears. It felt like their own personal eternity but to Jinki's despair, Taemin stopped.
"Don't forget to cherish everything and please remember: I love you."
As the figure shimmered, he whispered one last thing, "See you later, hyung."
The world stopped for nothing and Jinki knew, that one day, he would meet his love again.
______
Author: christmasplush
Pairing: OnTae
Disclaimer: I don't own SHINee. The story is mine.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Author's Note: Spot for wishiwuzkagome
Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! >< To be honest, it was really hard to write angst!OnTae. Un-betaed.
Ever since his so-called relatives dumped him on the streets after his parents passed away, Taemin had learned to cherished his life and the world around him.
That very winter, while trying to find a place to sleep, he stumbled across an alley where he found a small girl. She was shivering and clutching a photograph to her chest as if her life would vanish the second she let go.
"Why do you treasure that picture so much?"
The little girl stared evenly back at the boy, "Because photographs are memories. And I have no memories left."
And so, from then on, Taemin recorded everything. He ceased using his voice as he thought it would ruin the memories. Millions of individual snapshots, both physically and mentally were made. Every little rainbow, every tiny flower, every unique snowflake that came in contact with his warm palm was documented and filed away. For Taemin, this was how he didn't lose himself. It kept him rooted to the ground.
*
"Get the hell out of here, you fucking asshole!" Jinki's own mother screamed at him, chucking a beer bottle at his head blindly. Jinki dodged and the bottle shattered inches from his feet. Tears threatened to spill over, but he swiped them away with his dirty hoodie, letting a string of curses run under his breath. Nothing went right for this boy anymore, and he was getting sick of it. Once Jinki's dad had left the house, his mom had gotten drunk and beaten him almost every night. Just because he looked like his father. Only gravity kept him at the ground at this point.
-Train-
Jinki sighed, leaning the back of his head against the frosted window behind him. Watching the blur of trees rush past the opposite window, he smiled almost bitterly to himself, recalling his childhood.
Click.
Silence.
"Are you taking pictures of me?" Jinki asked the small boy in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Camera in hand, the boy shook his head ever so slightly, pointing to the scenery behind Jinki's head.
"Have fun, then," The boy glanced at him again, as if unsure but nodded nevertheless.
Jinki felt a strange feeling; his heart telling him to move towards the boy. Yeah, right.
*
Taemin watched the boy in front of him; his bitter-sweet smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the ends, the noticeable aura of pain and sadness. He was, if words could describe him in a coherent way, beautiful. Picking himself up from his seat, Taemin carefully slid into the space next to the beautiful stranger. He pulled out a notebook and elegantly wrote 'I'm Lee Taemin, what is your name?' before all but shoving the piece into the other boy's face. Scanning the page, he replied, "Jinki. Lee Jinki."
A pause.
"Are you, by any chance, mute?"
A nod.
"Oh."
A comfortable silence fell upon the two boys, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment.
Just when Jinki was about to doze off, the train came to a stop and Taemin nudged him awake softly, the corners of his lips lifting. Grasping the hand of the sleep deprived man, the smaller one continued to smile, pulling him off the train towards a nearby beach.
Several clicks went off next to Jinki as he groggily turned to his newly found friend. A pink tongue poked out of his companion's plump lips while his eyebrows knit together in concentration. Holding the heavy camera, Taemin aimed it at the sunrise. Click, click, click was the only sound heard besides the relaxing sound of the ocean waves. Then, the camera lens suddenly turned to Jinki as carefully planned shots were taken.
"Hmm, why are you taking pictures of me?"
Scratching of pencil against paper.
'Because you are beautiful.'
The said person inhaled sharply, eyes widening and his eyebrows shot up. No one had ever praised him, let alone call him beautiful.
"But-"
The notebook was held up once again, 'You should struggle, you should live. Learn to love. There are people who might need you, now and in the future.'
*
A few months later, Jinki dragged his feet into the small apartment he was sharing with his new boyfriend, Taemin. The older never heard a word come from the boy's lips, but he didn't mind. Company was enough. His love was more than Jinki could imagine and he often wondered what he did to deserve it.
A loud crash was heard from the kitchen, and Jinki grinned as he quietly tip-toed in.
"Mmm, yeobo," hummed the older of the two, wrapping his arm around Taemin's small frame. A frown was evident on the said one's face, his glare intent on the silver pot in front of the couple. As his eyes were almost disappearing and his smile was ever so wide, Jinki stepped over to the boiling water and pulled out the spoon.
Taemin watched in silence when the man in front of him tasted the soup. He could make out a hint of a grimace and it was then replaced with a poker face, although his small eyes glinted with humor.
'How was it?' Taemin signed with his hand, using the silent language that Jinki had recently picked up.
Jinki stood in thought, thinking over his words.
"To put in nicely, it was- horrible."
A smile broke out again, "But since you cooked it, I'll eat it."
He was met with squinted eyes and, 'I'll go buy some chicken.'
Picking up his jacket, Taemin headed out the door but not before turning and swiftly kissing Jinki on the lips.
An uneasy feeling came over Jinki, but he ignored it, focusing his attention on the television, though it wasn't even on.
20 minutes past. 30 minutes. 40 minutes.
It quickly became an hour and Jinki was almost going hysterical. He had called Taemin numerous times in the last 10 minutes but there was no response.
Meanwhile, Taemin lay in an abandoned alley. Earlier, a mysterious woman who was close to his age lured him in and did all sorts of things. It made him feel so abused, so powerless, and most of all, dirty. Even Jinki had not gone that far; he'd always took precautions and made sure Taemin wasn't in pain. Now he was left in a dark spot, where no one could find him as blood leaked out from various parts of his body. Feebly reaching for the sidewalk, where it was bright and wondrous, Taemin could feel his vision fade. Dozens of people rushed past and cars blurred by, not paying attention to the crippled boy in the alley. As he lied on the cold ground, his already weak life drained from his body.
"I love you, Jinki," he whispered his first and last words in many years before his body went completely cold.
*
One year had passed and Jinki was no better from the first day he found out Taemin was dead. Dark bags were visible under his eyes and Jinki's hair was messy and unkept.
He stared ahead, across the rails.
A flash of light.
Choking back a sob, he took a step back to steady his shaking frame. Taemin stood on the other side, smiling brightly as he opened his mouth. A beautiful melody came out of the glowing boy, his words only reaching Jinki's ears. It felt like their own personal eternity but to Jinki's despair, Taemin stopped.
"Don't forget to cherish everything and please remember: I love you."
As the figure shimmered, he whispered one last thing, "See you later, hyung."
The world stopped for nothing and Jinki knew, that one day, he would meet his love again.
______