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Title: How's That For Gratitude?
Fandom/Pairing: SHINee/GolfMike, Minho/Mike, but it's Onew-centric!
Summary: "Death! Decapitation! Spoons!" Golf's not so happy about his brother's Korean admirer.
A/N: Based off the Thai-Korea Friends Concert. Where are the fancams! I need pictures of Minho and Mike standing beside each other, being tall, messy haired, eyelinered, and beautiful together. Otherwise. Guys. I have no idea where this insanity came from, really.
Onew feels wary when one of the Thai brothers approaches him in his torn tank and sunglasses and thick necklaces with two beefy bodyguards that follow him everywhere even when he's locked in the concert venue. "I want to talk to you," he says in slow English. "Without the translators," he amends when Onew reaches out for one.
Onew blinks. "Okay?"
The Thai boy, the older one, the rougher one, grabs his arm and drags him from the dressing room, through a maze of hallways Onew hadn't known existed. Onew watches the other boy's profile because he's a real celebrity, has been for years, since long before Onew even had dreams of all of this, and Onew's never really sure how to act around people like that, people like Golf and Jonghyun and most of his sunbaes.
Golf's a professional above all else, and Golf's probably had more to say in the friendship concert than any of the rest of them, so Onew's already in awe over how Golf so easily took leadership. The show's going to be a success, Onew can feel it beating in his veins, like the first time he heard Replay, and it's all because of Golf.
Finally Golf stops the march and pushes Onew into a supply closet when they're deep in the belly of the concert hall.
Onew blinks. "Er, we're not really..." he starts in Korean, but he doesn't finish because Golf pushes him further in and snaps the door shut behind him. Onew swallows and considers screaming; Golf looks a bit angry, after all.
"Your tall one has been looking at my brother and I don't like it."
It takes a minute for Onew to process it, and he idly wonders why Golf didn't take this up with Key, who has been showing off his stellar English since they arrived in Thailand three days ago. Okay, maybe not stellar, but at least more understandable than the garble Onew usually produces. He settles with blinking some more. "Minho?"
"Yes."
"Mike-sunbae?"
Golf finally looks like he regrets picking Onew for this, probably because Onew looked most like he could be cowed, but instead is really too dumb to notice. He nods slowly. "You need to control him."
"Minho?"
"Yes, because if he does anything to Mike, I'm going to rip you apart."
"Eep," Onew says eloquently.
Golf nods, "Limb by limb," and leaves.
*
Onew's late for rehearsal because he's spent the past hour trying to climb his way through a maze of hallways. All the hall markers are in Thai, so he's pretty sure he's just roaming around in circles until he pops out a side door and he's in the middle of the audience.
"Yah, where have you been?" Jonghyun yells from onstage where they're all discussing what kind of lighting might look best during one of Ice's solos.
Onew closes his eyes and smiles his big, fake idol smile. "Got lost coming back from the bathroom!" he says, and trips on the edge of a seat when he's trying to make his way down the stairs.
Needless to say, rehearsal ends in pandemonium.
*
"How do they get anything done? Is he always like this?" Onew hears when he's being released from the emergency room, three tiny butterfly stitches right on his hairline.
Jonghyun is muttering angrily under his breath and not paying attention to nosy Thai boys so he's the first to notice Onew hovering in the waiting room doorway.
"Why are you all here?" he asks after Jonghyun's grabbed him by the shoulders so Key can frantically inspect every inch of Onew's face.
"We thought you died! Again!" Taemin cries before hurdling himself at Onew and the rest descend on them, wrapping arms around them and petting Onew's back.
"Okay, I can't breathe," Onew says a few minutes later when he catches sight of Golf looking at his watch.
"Are we ever getting back to rehearsal?" Golf asks when the huddle breaks apart. "We only have a few more days and I didn't plan to spend them in the hospital."
As they follow him back out to the van, Onew takes the time to watch Minho watch Mike. Huh, he thinks to himself. Huh.
*
"Look, Minho. It's like this. Your crush on Mike is going to get one of us killed. Likely you, but also me, because I haven't stopped it and have you seen Golf? He's very intimidating and is planning to make silverware out of my bones."
It's Minho's turn to blink. "What?"
Onew flails his arms around a bit for emphasis. "Death! Decapitation! Spoons!" he summarizes.
Minho shuts his hotel room door in Onew's face.
Onew whimpers and says goodbye to his femers.
*
"Onew-hyung, is Minho alright?"
"Of course, Taemin-ah. Why would you ask such a silly question?"
"It's just, you've slept outside his doorway, just like you did when Key-hyung had the flu last year."
Onew laughs awkwardly and stretches his legs out. "I was just making sure he slept well."
Taemin doesn't look convinced but he continues down the hall, stopping to knock on Key's door.
Onew smiles when Key answers and watches the two of them head down for breakfast. He thinks about warning them to watch out for fans, but in the end he just slumps back against Minho's door. Until it pops open and he falls back against Minho's legs. He looks up. "Good morning?"
Minho looks down, indulgently. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
"Is your hair already done?" Onew asks instead of answering.
Minho blinks.
"I don't want to die. Please think of me when you go seducing foreign boys."
"I'm not discussing this with you, hyung."
"Speak well about me at my funeral. I need lots of pretty flowers to gauge your levels of guilt."
"Stop being ridiculous, please."
"Here lies Onew; life was too short for a boy who cared about his dongsaeng's love life too much."
"I'm leaving now."
Onew falls against the floor when Minho moves out from behind him; he whimpers some more.
*
Golf glares a bit when they all arrive at the venue, Key fussing over the bandages still glued to Onew's forehead, and Minho blushing every time Mike opens his mouth.
During lunch Onew watches Minho make googly eyes at Mike while Golf glares daggers at Minho;
Onew thinks he's the only one that sees Mike's careful smile. Oh no, he's really in serious trouble.
*
"Hyung."
"Yes?" Onew asks from where he's hiding under a table.
"What are you doing?"
Onew looks up at Jonghyun. "I lost something. Yes. My contact."
"Does that actually work with anyone?"
"Sometimes with Taemin."
Jonghyun stares until Onew crawls out from under the table.
"I'm going to tell you a secret, Jonghyun."
"Okay."
"You can't tell anyone, or we're all going to die."
Jonghyun raises a brow.
"Minho's in love!"
"And we're going to die?"
"Yes!"
That's just about the time Golf walks into the dressing room and Onew makes a mad dive for under the table. Jonghyun shrugs because he's never understood Onew's eccentricities and wonders off to interrogate Minho.
*
Onew's happy the morning of the concert, because it means just one more day of making sure Minho's still being bashful and doesn't do anything that Golf wouldn't approve of. Just twenty-four more hours and then they're on a plane back to Korea where Onew doesn't have to worry about being shoved into supply closets and having his arms removed because Minho's too busy making kissy faces to notice.
He smiles and hops out of bed so he can hurry and make sure Minho doesn't get himself in trouble. He's been getting up earlier than normal the entire trip, just so he's already up by the time Minho is. He hurries through his routine before slipping down the hall.
Today is going to be great, Onew feels it in his blood.
*
Onew's wrong and he's going to die, he knows it the second he knocks on Minho's door and Minho's already gone.
"What's wrong, hyung?" Key asks when he exits his room and sees Onew crying against Minho's door.
Onew just blubbers some more until Key pops some sunglasses on his face and leads him out to the van.
*
Minho has this smile on his face, just before they're given the hour mark. It's soft and a little wistful and unlike anything Minho's face has ever conveyed before. It even has Taemin pausing and pointing and looking to Onew for answers. Not that Onew really has any answers because he's too busy trying to hide from Golf, because oh my god he's really going to die, Onew knows it the second he sees Mike saunter in.
He gives a half-wave to the corner Minho's daydreaming in and Minho's smile grows.
Onew groans and wishes he could fit in his suitcase that locks.
*
He thinks he's made it.
The concert's long over and the only reason he's still there is that outside the venue is still swamped with foreign fans determined to see them, so he's been hiding in that bathroom on the second floor until he gets the text that it's safe, they're leaving. He's barely out of the bathroom doorway when he feels hands on his arms.
"Please don't kill me," he begs, and he hopes his English was good enough because he's been told he sounds like a Disney VHS on fast forward when he's nervous.
"Actually, I would never kill you!" Mike chirps.
Not that it really reassures Onew, but at least he takes his free hand off his face.
"In fact, I'm here to save you! Actually, it's a thank you for distracting my brother."
Onew stops worrying about dying because, well, yeah. It's pretty much cemented now.
*
When Onew looks back on it, he's still not exactly sure what happened when Mike tried to sneak him out to the van. He remembers tripping, and Key screaming, and Jonghyun lunging, and Golf shrieking, and then management informing them they weren't welcome back to Thailand any time soon once they were on the airplane home. Something about breaking their idols, Onew's not really sure because his forehead is still taped together and that was pretty much Golf's fault, but you don't see Korea pitching a fit about that.
"See, this is what happens when you go around seducing foreign boys, Minho," Onew lectures a few days later after all the commotion has settled and they're looking at pictures of Golf's arm brace, sent to them by management so they can think about their actions. "We all get in trouble."
Not that Minho's paying attention, really; he's already planning Mike's vacation in Seoul.
Onew whimpers when he finds out.
Fandom/Pairing: SHINee/GolfMike, Minho/Mike, but it's Onew-centric!
Summary: "Death! Decapitation! Spoons!" Golf's not so happy about his brother's Korean admirer.
A/N: Based off the Thai-Korea Friends Concert. Where are the fancams! I need pictures of Minho and Mike standing beside each other, being tall, messy haired, eyelinered, and beautiful together. Otherwise. Guys. I have no idea where this insanity came from, really.
Onew feels wary when one of the Thai brothers approaches him in his torn tank and sunglasses and thick necklaces with two beefy bodyguards that follow him everywhere even when he's locked in the concert venue. "I want to talk to you," he says in slow English. "Without the translators," he amends when Onew reaches out for one.
Onew blinks. "Okay?"
The Thai boy, the older one, the rougher one, grabs his arm and drags him from the dressing room, through a maze of hallways Onew hadn't known existed. Onew watches the other boy's profile because he's a real celebrity, has been for years, since long before Onew even had dreams of all of this, and Onew's never really sure how to act around people like that, people like Golf and Jonghyun and most of his sunbaes.
Golf's a professional above all else, and Golf's probably had more to say in the friendship concert than any of the rest of them, so Onew's already in awe over how Golf so easily took leadership. The show's going to be a success, Onew can feel it beating in his veins, like the first time he heard Replay, and it's all because of Golf.
Finally Golf stops the march and pushes Onew into a supply closet when they're deep in the belly of the concert hall.
Onew blinks. "Er, we're not really..." he starts in Korean, but he doesn't finish because Golf pushes him further in and snaps the door shut behind him. Onew swallows and considers screaming; Golf looks a bit angry, after all.
"Your tall one has been looking at my brother and I don't like it."
It takes a minute for Onew to process it, and he idly wonders why Golf didn't take this up with Key, who has been showing off his stellar English since they arrived in Thailand three days ago. Okay, maybe not stellar, but at least more understandable than the garble Onew usually produces. He settles with blinking some more. "Minho?"
"Yes."
"Mike-sunbae?"
Golf finally looks like he regrets picking Onew for this, probably because Onew looked most like he could be cowed, but instead is really too dumb to notice. He nods slowly. "You need to control him."
"Minho?"
"Yes, because if he does anything to Mike, I'm going to rip you apart."
"Eep," Onew says eloquently.
Golf nods, "Limb by limb," and leaves.
*
Onew's late for rehearsal because he's spent the past hour trying to climb his way through a maze of hallways. All the hall markers are in Thai, so he's pretty sure he's just roaming around in circles until he pops out a side door and he's in the middle of the audience.
"Yah, where have you been?" Jonghyun yells from onstage where they're all discussing what kind of lighting might look best during one of Ice's solos.
Onew closes his eyes and smiles his big, fake idol smile. "Got lost coming back from the bathroom!" he says, and trips on the edge of a seat when he's trying to make his way down the stairs.
Needless to say, rehearsal ends in pandemonium.
*
"How do they get anything done? Is he always like this?" Onew hears when he's being released from the emergency room, three tiny butterfly stitches right on his hairline.
Jonghyun is muttering angrily under his breath and not paying attention to nosy Thai boys so he's the first to notice Onew hovering in the waiting room doorway.
"Why are you all here?" he asks after Jonghyun's grabbed him by the shoulders so Key can frantically inspect every inch of Onew's face.
"We thought you died! Again!" Taemin cries before hurdling himself at Onew and the rest descend on them, wrapping arms around them and petting Onew's back.
"Okay, I can't breathe," Onew says a few minutes later when he catches sight of Golf looking at his watch.
"Are we ever getting back to rehearsal?" Golf asks when the huddle breaks apart. "We only have a few more days and I didn't plan to spend them in the hospital."
As they follow him back out to the van, Onew takes the time to watch Minho watch Mike. Huh, he thinks to himself. Huh.
*
"Look, Minho. It's like this. Your crush on Mike is going to get one of us killed. Likely you, but also me, because I haven't stopped it and have you seen Golf? He's very intimidating and is planning to make silverware out of my bones."
It's Minho's turn to blink. "What?"
Onew flails his arms around a bit for emphasis. "Death! Decapitation! Spoons!" he summarizes.
Minho shuts his hotel room door in Onew's face.
Onew whimpers and says goodbye to his femers.
*
"Onew-hyung, is Minho alright?"
"Of course, Taemin-ah. Why would you ask such a silly question?"
"It's just, you've slept outside his doorway, just like you did when Key-hyung had the flu last year."
Onew laughs awkwardly and stretches his legs out. "I was just making sure he slept well."
Taemin doesn't look convinced but he continues down the hall, stopping to knock on Key's door.
Onew smiles when Key answers and watches the two of them head down for breakfast. He thinks about warning them to watch out for fans, but in the end he just slumps back against Minho's door. Until it pops open and he falls back against Minho's legs. He looks up. "Good morning?"
Minho looks down, indulgently. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
"Is your hair already done?" Onew asks instead of answering.
Minho blinks.
"I don't want to die. Please think of me when you go seducing foreign boys."
"I'm not discussing this with you, hyung."
"Speak well about me at my funeral. I need lots of pretty flowers to gauge your levels of guilt."
"Stop being ridiculous, please."
"Here lies Onew; life was too short for a boy who cared about his dongsaeng's love life too much."
"I'm leaving now."
Onew falls against the floor when Minho moves out from behind him; he whimpers some more.
*
Golf glares a bit when they all arrive at the venue, Key fussing over the bandages still glued to Onew's forehead, and Minho blushing every time Mike opens his mouth.
During lunch Onew watches Minho make googly eyes at Mike while Golf glares daggers at Minho;
Onew thinks he's the only one that sees Mike's careful smile. Oh no, he's really in serious trouble.
*
"Hyung."
"Yes?" Onew asks from where he's hiding under a table.
"What are you doing?"
Onew looks up at Jonghyun. "I lost something. Yes. My contact."
"Does that actually work with anyone?"
"Sometimes with Taemin."
Jonghyun stares until Onew crawls out from under the table.
"I'm going to tell you a secret, Jonghyun."
"Okay."
"You can't tell anyone, or we're all going to die."
Jonghyun raises a brow.
"Minho's in love!"
"And we're going to die?"
"Yes!"
That's just about the time Golf walks into the dressing room and Onew makes a mad dive for under the table. Jonghyun shrugs because he's never understood Onew's eccentricities and wonders off to interrogate Minho.
*
Onew's happy the morning of the concert, because it means just one more day of making sure Minho's still being bashful and doesn't do anything that Golf wouldn't approve of. Just twenty-four more hours and then they're on a plane back to Korea where Onew doesn't have to worry about being shoved into supply closets and having his arms removed because Minho's too busy making kissy faces to notice.
He smiles and hops out of bed so he can hurry and make sure Minho doesn't get himself in trouble. He's been getting up earlier than normal the entire trip, just so he's already up by the time Minho is. He hurries through his routine before slipping down the hall.
Today is going to be great, Onew feels it in his blood.
*
Onew's wrong and he's going to die, he knows it the second he knocks on Minho's door and Minho's already gone.
"What's wrong, hyung?" Key asks when he exits his room and sees Onew crying against Minho's door.
Onew just blubbers some more until Key pops some sunglasses on his face and leads him out to the van.
*
Minho has this smile on his face, just before they're given the hour mark. It's soft and a little wistful and unlike anything Minho's face has ever conveyed before. It even has Taemin pausing and pointing and looking to Onew for answers. Not that Onew really has any answers because he's too busy trying to hide from Golf, because oh my god he's really going to die, Onew knows it the second he sees Mike saunter in.
He gives a half-wave to the corner Minho's daydreaming in and Minho's smile grows.
Onew groans and wishes he could fit in his suitcase that locks.
*
He thinks he's made it.
The concert's long over and the only reason he's still there is that outside the venue is still swamped with foreign fans determined to see them, so he's been hiding in that bathroom on the second floor until he gets the text that it's safe, they're leaving. He's barely out of the bathroom doorway when he feels hands on his arms.
"Please don't kill me," he begs, and he hopes his English was good enough because he's been told he sounds like a Disney VHS on fast forward when he's nervous.
"Actually, I would never kill you!" Mike chirps.
Not that it really reassures Onew, but at least he takes his free hand off his face.
"In fact, I'm here to save you! Actually, it's a thank you for distracting my brother."
Onew stops worrying about dying because, well, yeah. It's pretty much cemented now.
*
When Onew looks back on it, he's still not exactly sure what happened when Mike tried to sneak him out to the van. He remembers tripping, and Key screaming, and Jonghyun lunging, and Golf shrieking, and then management informing them they weren't welcome back to Thailand any time soon once they were on the airplane home. Something about breaking their idols, Onew's not really sure because his forehead is still taped together and that was pretty much Golf's fault, but you don't see Korea pitching a fit about that.
"See, this is what happens when you go around seducing foreign boys, Minho," Onew lectures a few days later after all the commotion has settled and they're looking at pictures of Golf's arm brace, sent to them by management so they can think about their actions. "We all get in trouble."
Not that Minho's paying attention, really; he's already planning Mike's vacation in Seoul.
Onew whimpers when he finds out.