[Ficlet] #23
Title: ‘Don’t eat me, pretty carnivorous plant!’
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #23 - Aches&Pains
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 967
Summary: Breakfast in SM is always an event of invaluable proportions. Specially, when there are newbies suffering from hangover.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 35 to go.
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#23 - Aches & Pains
Yoochun finishes the lesson when both Minho and Taemin are able to keep their souls for themselves. It’s hard and he is quite the strict teacher, but just for how he talks and how he explains the procedures, Minho knows that this is not the first time he passes the same knowledge to someone.
Of course, it’s easier for Taemin, who can feel what they are doing in a greater degree than Minho. When they go out of Dong Bang Shin Ki’s headquarters, none of the other four members have come home. When Taemin voices the question, Yoochun answers that they probably are at their apartment with Jinki, Kibum and Jonghyun.
“Why don’t they see that there are people outside of their beds?” Minho asks, curious and looking at one of the security cameras.
“Because they don’t see anything,” Yoochun answers with a sly smile. “That was what Kibum, Super Junior’s not yours, and Heechul were doing yesterday. And now, I’m casting a barrier that makes us invisible to them.”
“Can you do that?”
“Of course. They don’t know it, anyways, because it would… hinder our fun. What they don’t know won’t hurt us,” he says, mischievous.
He looks at Taemin, who is taking note of the halls and doors carefully, and can’t help but smile. Taemin looks pure, a kid in a new playground, and Minho feels something warm inside of him when the blonde smiles at him.
“I don’t think we’ve had anyone so adorable!” Yoochun says, sighing and making sounds that would kill Minho’s dignity. They arrive at their door and Yoochun motions for Taemin to open it. “We are home!” he announces.
There is a ‘shhhh’ from the kitchen followed by pained groans. Minho is a bit afraid of Yoochun’s sadistic smile and he puts a hand around Taemin’s shoulder. Touching him makes Minho feel safer. They walk behind him, stopping at the door.
Jaejoong is cooking breakfast, Junsu plays a sports game in a portable hologram receiver and Yunho reads something. The last Dong Bang Shin Ki member, Changmin, who is even taller in person than he seems on official pictures and transmissions, is mixing some drink.
Then, there are the rest of his members.
The three of them look half dead, sitting and resting their heads on the table. Jonghyun is covering his head with his arms. Kibum, almighty prince of a tribe, looks dishevelled with his make-up smudged all around his face, his feline eyes squinting at the glass of water that he is trying to look at. Jinki, their leader, looks even more pitiful. His head is on his plate and he is snoring.
“Rough night?” asks Yoochun, smiling and being too loud. Jinki snores harder while Kibum and Jonghyun mutter intelligible complaints. “What do we have today, Yunho?”
Yoochun sits in one of the empty spaces. Taemin looks at Minho before moving to the table. They sit together, between Kibum and Junsu and before Yunho has time to respond, Changmin is putting three glasses of the mysterious drink he was mixing in front of Jinki, Jonghyun and Kibum.
“Drink this,” he orders. Jonghyun groans and covers himself better. Kibum just glares at Changmin.
“I’m never drinking anything you freaks do ever again,” he spats. Yoochun and Junsu laugh while Changmin stares Kibum down to silence.
“I’ve been where you are. Who do you think that Jaejoong has used to perfect that infernal liquor?” he asks, frowning. “It was a matter of survival creating something to take the pain and the aches away. Drink it, you’ll feel better.”
Kibum does drink it. He doesn’t stop looking at Changmin with killing intent while he does it and Minho realizes that he should be feeling Kibum’s mood but he isn’t. He looks at Yoochun, wondering if that is part of their personalized shield, which would have sense, and accepts it like a blessing. It’s going to be hard to be friends, but if he knows for sure that there’s zero possibility to mess with his own feelings, then Kibum could be bearable.
A knocking on the door makes them look away from Kibum and Changmin.
“Changmin, go open it,” Jaejoong orders, putting rice bowls on the table. Changmin complains loudly, cursing at his own team member. Jaejoong only needs to use two words ‘no food’ and Changmin is up and opening to let Siwon, Sungmin and Donghae in.
“Breakfast anyone?” Jaejoong asks.
“Hangeng cooked today, so no thank you,” responds Sungmin with a smile. “We came to pick Minho, Jonghyun and Jinki. We’ll wait until they finish eating.”
“Where’s Hyukjae?” asks Junsu looking at Donghae.
“At the Game centre, training. We are going to take turns with Jonghyun. He’s mine all morning, Eunhyukgie’s all afternoon.”
“He is going to start without me!” Junsu seems affronted and tries to get up without eating. A glance from Yunho makes him sit again. He stuffs food inside his mouth, making a mess of the table.
Before Minho can eat two bites of his rice, Junsu has already finished. He is dashing to the door when Yunho’s voice interrupts him.
“Wake them up, please.”
Not wasting any time, Junsu screams. The sound makes its way to Minho’s head, hitting neurons that are already working. It’s like an electricity charge and Minho covers his ears in a reflex act. Kibum, Jonghyun and Jinki, the only ones not alerted by Yunho’s petition, bolt in their chairs and look awake at last, blood injected eyes included.
No one pays attention to Jonghyun’s ‘my head, my head, my head’ or Kibum’s swearing. Jinki, in his hassle to move has managed to trip, knock Yunho and send a bowl of rice flying until it crashes against Yoochun’s head. And then, he begs for the carnivorous plant not to eat him.
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #23 - Aches&Pains
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 967
Summary: Breakfast in SM is always an event of invaluable proportions. Specially, when there are newbies suffering from hangover.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 35 to go.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20| 21| 22| 23| 24| 25| 26| 27| 28| 29| 30| 31| 32| 33| 34| 35| 36| 37| 38| 39| 40| 41| 42| 43| 44| 45| 46| 47| 48| 49| 50
#23 - Aches & Pains
Yoochun finishes the lesson when both Minho and Taemin are able to keep their souls for themselves. It’s hard and he is quite the strict teacher, but just for how he talks and how he explains the procedures, Minho knows that this is not the first time he passes the same knowledge to someone.
Of course, it’s easier for Taemin, who can feel what they are doing in a greater degree than Minho. When they go out of Dong Bang Shin Ki’s headquarters, none of the other four members have come home. When Taemin voices the question, Yoochun answers that they probably are at their apartment with Jinki, Kibum and Jonghyun.
“Why don’t they see that there are people outside of their beds?” Minho asks, curious and looking at one of the security cameras.
“Because they don’t see anything,” Yoochun answers with a sly smile. “That was what Kibum, Super Junior’s not yours, and Heechul were doing yesterday. And now, I’m casting a barrier that makes us invisible to them.”
“Can you do that?”
“Of course. They don’t know it, anyways, because it would… hinder our fun. What they don’t know won’t hurt us,” he says, mischievous.
He looks at Taemin, who is taking note of the halls and doors carefully, and can’t help but smile. Taemin looks pure, a kid in a new playground, and Minho feels something warm inside of him when the blonde smiles at him.
“I don’t think we’ve had anyone so adorable!” Yoochun says, sighing and making sounds that would kill Minho’s dignity. They arrive at their door and Yoochun motions for Taemin to open it. “We are home!” he announces.
There is a ‘shhhh’ from the kitchen followed by pained groans. Minho is a bit afraid of Yoochun’s sadistic smile and he puts a hand around Taemin’s shoulder. Touching him makes Minho feel safer. They walk behind him, stopping at the door.
Jaejoong is cooking breakfast, Junsu plays a sports game in a portable hologram receiver and Yunho reads something. The last Dong Bang Shin Ki member, Changmin, who is even taller in person than he seems on official pictures and transmissions, is mixing some drink.
Then, there are the rest of his members.
The three of them look half dead, sitting and resting their heads on the table. Jonghyun is covering his head with his arms. Kibum, almighty prince of a tribe, looks dishevelled with his make-up smudged all around his face, his feline eyes squinting at the glass of water that he is trying to look at. Jinki, their leader, looks even more pitiful. His head is on his plate and he is snoring.
“Rough night?” asks Yoochun, smiling and being too loud. Jinki snores harder while Kibum and Jonghyun mutter intelligible complaints. “What do we have today, Yunho?”
Yoochun sits in one of the empty spaces. Taemin looks at Minho before moving to the table. They sit together, between Kibum and Junsu and before Yunho has time to respond, Changmin is putting three glasses of the mysterious drink he was mixing in front of Jinki, Jonghyun and Kibum.
“Drink this,” he orders. Jonghyun groans and covers himself better. Kibum just glares at Changmin.
“I’m never drinking anything you freaks do ever again,” he spats. Yoochun and Junsu laugh while Changmin stares Kibum down to silence.
“I’ve been where you are. Who do you think that Jaejoong has used to perfect that infernal liquor?” he asks, frowning. “It was a matter of survival creating something to take the pain and the aches away. Drink it, you’ll feel better.”
Kibum does drink it. He doesn’t stop looking at Changmin with killing intent while he does it and Minho realizes that he should be feeling Kibum’s mood but he isn’t. He looks at Yoochun, wondering if that is part of their personalized shield, which would have sense, and accepts it like a blessing. It’s going to be hard to be friends, but if he knows for sure that there’s zero possibility to mess with his own feelings, then Kibum could be bearable.
A knocking on the door makes them look away from Kibum and Changmin.
“Changmin, go open it,” Jaejoong orders, putting rice bowls on the table. Changmin complains loudly, cursing at his own team member. Jaejoong only needs to use two words ‘no food’ and Changmin is up and opening to let Siwon, Sungmin and Donghae in.
“Breakfast anyone?” Jaejoong asks.
“Hangeng cooked today, so no thank you,” responds Sungmin with a smile. “We came to pick Minho, Jonghyun and Jinki. We’ll wait until they finish eating.”
“Where’s Hyukjae?” asks Junsu looking at Donghae.
“At the Game centre, training. We are going to take turns with Jonghyun. He’s mine all morning, Eunhyukgie’s all afternoon.”
“He is going to start without me!” Junsu seems affronted and tries to get up without eating. A glance from Yunho makes him sit again. He stuffs food inside his mouth, making a mess of the table.
Before Minho can eat two bites of his rice, Junsu has already finished. He is dashing to the door when Yunho’s voice interrupts him.
“Wake them up, please.”
Not wasting any time, Junsu screams. The sound makes its way to Minho’s head, hitting neurons that are already working. It’s like an electricity charge and Minho covers his ears in a reflex act. Kibum, Jonghyun and Jinki, the only ones not alerted by Yunho’s petition, bolt in their chairs and look awake at last, blood injected eyes included.
No one pays attention to Jonghyun’s ‘my head, my head, my head’ or Kibum’s swearing. Jinki, in his hassle to move has managed to trip, knock Yunho and send a bowl of rice flying until it crashes against Yoochun’s head. And then, he begs for the carnivorous plant not to eat him.