SHINee Fic: [drabbles]
key/jonghyun
replay
Jonghyun's panting against the mirror, sweat stained shirt long discarded and laying in a pile with Kibum's along the wall. His eyes are closed, too, and he looks so, so tired.
Kibum runs a hand through his hair and bends forward on his knees, breaking eye contact with Jonghyun, and tries to catch his breath again.
“Good practice,” Jonghyun laughs and pushes off from the mirror to go press pause on the boombox in the corner.
“Yeah,” Kibum replies, unable to say more because he's breathing so hard. He wipes the sweat off of his palms by rubbing them on the front of his sweatpants and goes to grab his towel and cool himself down. Jonghyun hands him a water bottle and smiles, tired but happy. These private dance sessions are unnecessary. Kibum is the second best dancer in their group and Jonghyun is. Well. Jonghyun is Jonghyun. Unnecessary. But they give them alone time, time away from everyone else, time to be real friends, time to talk about the things they care or worry about rather than the shallow, joking conversations that fill their rooms back home. It's not that they can't talk with their other members, because they do - all of the time, actually - but sometimes. Sometimes it's just nice to simply be alone with your best friend; to get away.
“One more time?” Jonghyun says.
Kibum nods, spreads his legs in his opening stance, and watches Jonghyun and himself dance perfectly in sync to Juliette in their reflection.
taemin/jonghyun
sometimes you crumble right in front of me and i have no idea what to do
The bathroom swirls around you, tiled floors suddenly magnifying as you fall on your knees, hands gripping both the side of the tub and the edge of the toilet seat. Your bangs fall in your face, sweaty and hot, and you feel like you're going to be sick to your stomach.
“Jonghyun?” someone calls softly outside the door.
You squeeze your eyes shut and will the aches and pains to go away. Your heart throbs.
“Jonghyun, are you okay?” It's Onew. And you know that you should open the door, let him in, because he is the leader and he deserves to know about your anxiety attacks - the ones that have been coming all to often as of lately - but you can't. You don't want to. So you collapse on the floor and wrap your arms around your legs and press your knees to your chest.
This wasn't where you'd have pictured yourself being a year ago. This wasn't what you had picture at all. Well, it was, but there was so much more that had come with it, more than you were prepared to handle, and. God. You feel sick.
There is a soft clicking sound as the door closes and suddenly your head is resting in Taemin's lap, soft, bony fingers combing through your hair.
“Hello, hyung,” he says. He's not smiling, but it's still comforting.
“How'd you get in,” you ask, remembering the locked door. Taemin just shrugs, lips curling up for a few seconds, and then he's leaning down to press his cheek to yours, murmuring gentle and easy phrases of encouragement into your ear, and slowly you start to calm down, muscles loosening as you relax.
“You need a bath,” whispers Taemin, and he giggles, cute and tiny, and you can't help but smile in return, shoulders shaking as you laugh with him. He doesn't stand up and neither do you. You both just lay there, limbs lightly entangled on the bathroom floor, sweaty and tired, and it isn't until Onew and Minho walk in that either of you move, a plate with leftovers in each of the boys' hands. In a second the plates are set aside and they're on their knees, Onew fumbling his way around you while wiggling his arms under your own as Minho simply wraps all of you in a tight hug.
Kibum is next to arrive and after spluttering and mumbling about 'not being included,' he joins in too, burying his face into Minho's shoulder to hide his tears.
You all fall asleep like that, uncomfortable and warm, and you awake with aches in every single muscle, but when Taemin smiles at you, sun spilling in through the window, and Onew snuggles closer and Minho snuffles a bit and Kibum bites Onew's forearm while still dreaming fitfully, you know that you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
onew/minho
i'm not so tough
Minho had said that they would just be playing soccer. Just a simple game. Just for fun. And Onew, being Onew, had readily agreed, eyes lighting up at the prospect of having a member-bonding day, but by the time everyone else in their dorm had either locked themselves in their room (Taemin and Kibum) or suddenly decided to take a nap on the couch (Jonghyun), Onew was feeling quite dejected.
“Looks like it'll be just you and me, hyung.” Minho doesn't look affected at all.
Onew puffs up and crosses his arms and starts to pout. “I was hoping that we could use today as a fun group day. But.” He sighs and looks forlornly at Jonghyun sprawled out on the couch with iPod headphones stuck in each ear. “But I don't have the heart to disturb any of them on their day off.”
Minho stares patiently at Onew and waits for him to continue, but when he finds that Onew's got nothing else to say, he shrugs, puts his hands on either of Onew's shoulders, and guides the older boy out of the dorm. “Oh well.”
They're at the soccer field for less than a half an hour when Onew decides he wants to go home. Obviously, this is not just a game for Minho. Obviously this is not just for fun.
“I - I think I'm going to die,” Onew says, grabbing his chest in a fit of dramatics. Minho blinks and stares at the ball sitting at his feet.
They start the game up again, Minho kicking the ball off to Onew who stops it with his foot and nearly trips over himself in the process. He scrambles to straighten up and continue and is surprised when he's finally able to surpass Minho. He dribbles toward the goal and past the goal-line and cheers, throwing his hands up in the air and dancing around happily.
“I scored!” He looks at Minho, smile big and proud, and says once again, “I scored!” as if he wants Minho to be proud of him too.
His lucky streak continues for two more goals and suddenly they're tied. This is when Onew starts noticing things; like the way Minho will be gaining on him one minute and then suddenly dropping back the next. Or the way he'll over kick and send the ball out of bounds.
And then Onew suddenly gets it and slowly comes to a stop, Minho almost colliding into his back.
“Hey,” says Minho, breathing heavily, and stops to look down questioningly at Onew.
Onew glares back up at him, huffy and cute, and Minho wants to pinch his cheeks but feels that this is definitely not the appropriate time for it. “You can stop going easy on me now.”
Minho is suddenly sheepish and staring holes into his over-used sneakers and Onew would think it's the most adorable thing he's seen if he wasn't so offended.
“I'm sorry,” says Minho cleanly. He looks up and captures Onew's gaze easily, eyes steady and determined. “I just thought that our date wouldn't be that fun if you were getting sore over losing.”
“Date?” asks Onew, breath quickly escaping him in a rush of surprise. “I mean. Like. I - I mean. We're on a date?” He points his finger at his chest, confusion evident.
“Yes,” says Minho without explanation.
“But you never said...” Onew furrows his eyebrows as he thinks back to when Minho had asked him out today, trying to remember any sort of phrasing that may have sounded like Minho had actually been asking him out on a date. “Why didn't you stop me from. I mean. You knew I didn't know, didn't you?”
Minho shrugs and shuffles his feet. “I didn't think you'd come if I'd asked you straight out.” He looks back at Onew who is spluttering and flailing around and blushing and mumbling to himself about what he should do and how nervous he is and Minho simply grabs his wrists and pulls him forward and up, effectively silencing the older boy.
“Would you just shut up and kiss me?” he says quietly. Onew flushes a deeper red but nods anyway. And just as Minho is about to lean forward, Onew is pushing back, face angry. “Wait. Who said I was being a sore loser. Minho - ”
Minho leans down and kisses him instead.
And Onew decides he doesn't really care about anything else anymore anyway.
onew/taemin
piano lessons
Onew wakes up on the couch (it'd been late when they'd gotten back from practice last night, but Minho had wanted someone to stay up and watch a soccer match with him and Onew can never resist his band member's pleas), face pressed uncomfortably into the back cushion with wet drool spots somewhere against his cheek, and snuffles quietly as he blinks himself awake. There's a blanket tossed over him, falling down slightly as he attempts to sit up. He gets halfway there before collapsing backward again and sighing as a wave of sleepiness overtakes him.
He remains quiet for a minute or so, reveling in the silence, when he hears a soft sort of sound, sweet and quiet, and he can't tell whether it makes him want to go back to sleep again or slowly wake up to its lovely melody. The notes stumble a bit but are otherwise flawless, a sort of pure roughness adorning each one, and he wants to record it, keep it as a constant background soundtrack to his subconscious. There is a final, ringing chord, gentle and low, and Onew sighs in unison with the keys of the piano being released, sound cut off abruptly.
There is a padding of feet, a tiny giggle, and suddenly Taemin's hip is in front of Onew who is blinking drearily and attempting to rub the fuzziness out of his eyesight. Taemin leans down and kisses Onew on the forehead, lips soft and warm, and Onew smiles involuntarily, small and happy.
“Good morning, hyung.” Taemin grins against Onew's skin, making Onew all warm and tingly inside, before turning on his heels to go into the kitchen and pour himself a bowl of cereal. Onew follows after a minute of fully waking up and sits next to Taemin at the table, thighs touching underneath. He nudges the younger boy with his shoulder, smiling down at his hands.
"You know I love you right?"
"I know, hyung," Taemin says and continues eating his breakfast.
And all in all, it's a typical weekday morning.
A/N: To be honest, this all started with the prompt 'Let's break up, you're annoying me,' for OnTae, but a;skdjfa;lsk. I couldn't do it. Not with that pairing. DDD: Idk. Anyway, uh. This is dedicated both to my amazing inspiration person flamingkey and my five other fics which died tragically in a deleted MSN conversation. You shall be loved/missed. ;___;
replay
Jonghyun's panting against the mirror, sweat stained shirt long discarded and laying in a pile with Kibum's along the wall. His eyes are closed, too, and he looks so, so tired.
Kibum runs a hand through his hair and bends forward on his knees, breaking eye contact with Jonghyun, and tries to catch his breath again.
“Good practice,” Jonghyun laughs and pushes off from the mirror to go press pause on the boombox in the corner.
“Yeah,” Kibum replies, unable to say more because he's breathing so hard. He wipes the sweat off of his palms by rubbing them on the front of his sweatpants and goes to grab his towel and cool himself down. Jonghyun hands him a water bottle and smiles, tired but happy. These private dance sessions are unnecessary. Kibum is the second best dancer in their group and Jonghyun is. Well. Jonghyun is Jonghyun. Unnecessary. But they give them alone time, time away from everyone else, time to be real friends, time to talk about the things they care or worry about rather than the shallow, joking conversations that fill their rooms back home. It's not that they can't talk with their other members, because they do - all of the time, actually - but sometimes. Sometimes it's just nice to simply be alone with your best friend; to get away.
“One more time?” Jonghyun says.
Kibum nods, spreads his legs in his opening stance, and watches Jonghyun and himself dance perfectly in sync to Juliette in their reflection.
taemin/jonghyun
sometimes you crumble right in front of me and i have no idea what to do
The bathroom swirls around you, tiled floors suddenly magnifying as you fall on your knees, hands gripping both the side of the tub and the edge of the toilet seat. Your bangs fall in your face, sweaty and hot, and you feel like you're going to be sick to your stomach.
“Jonghyun?” someone calls softly outside the door.
You squeeze your eyes shut and will the aches and pains to go away. Your heart throbs.
“Jonghyun, are you okay?” It's Onew. And you know that you should open the door, let him in, because he is the leader and he deserves to know about your anxiety attacks - the ones that have been coming all to often as of lately - but you can't. You don't want to. So you collapse on the floor and wrap your arms around your legs and press your knees to your chest.
This wasn't where you'd have pictured yourself being a year ago. This wasn't what you had picture at all. Well, it was, but there was so much more that had come with it, more than you were prepared to handle, and. God. You feel sick.
There is a soft clicking sound as the door closes and suddenly your head is resting in Taemin's lap, soft, bony fingers combing through your hair.
“Hello, hyung,” he says. He's not smiling, but it's still comforting.
“How'd you get in,” you ask, remembering the locked door. Taemin just shrugs, lips curling up for a few seconds, and then he's leaning down to press his cheek to yours, murmuring gentle and easy phrases of encouragement into your ear, and slowly you start to calm down, muscles loosening as you relax.
“You need a bath,” whispers Taemin, and he giggles, cute and tiny, and you can't help but smile in return, shoulders shaking as you laugh with him. He doesn't stand up and neither do you. You both just lay there, limbs lightly entangled on the bathroom floor, sweaty and tired, and it isn't until Onew and Minho walk in that either of you move, a plate with leftovers in each of the boys' hands. In a second the plates are set aside and they're on their knees, Onew fumbling his way around you while wiggling his arms under your own as Minho simply wraps all of you in a tight hug.
Kibum is next to arrive and after spluttering and mumbling about 'not being included,' he joins in too, burying his face into Minho's shoulder to hide his tears.
You all fall asleep like that, uncomfortable and warm, and you awake with aches in every single muscle, but when Taemin smiles at you, sun spilling in through the window, and Onew snuggles closer and Minho snuffles a bit and Kibum bites Onew's forearm while still dreaming fitfully, you know that you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
onew/minho
i'm not so tough
Minho had said that they would just be playing soccer. Just a simple game. Just for fun. And Onew, being Onew, had readily agreed, eyes lighting up at the prospect of having a member-bonding day, but by the time everyone else in their dorm had either locked themselves in their room (Taemin and Kibum) or suddenly decided to take a nap on the couch (Jonghyun), Onew was feeling quite dejected.
“Looks like it'll be just you and me, hyung.” Minho doesn't look affected at all.
Onew puffs up and crosses his arms and starts to pout. “I was hoping that we could use today as a fun group day. But.” He sighs and looks forlornly at Jonghyun sprawled out on the couch with iPod headphones stuck in each ear. “But I don't have the heart to disturb any of them on their day off.”
Minho stares patiently at Onew and waits for him to continue, but when he finds that Onew's got nothing else to say, he shrugs, puts his hands on either of Onew's shoulders, and guides the older boy out of the dorm. “Oh well.”
They're at the soccer field for less than a half an hour when Onew decides he wants to go home. Obviously, this is not just a game for Minho. Obviously this is not just for fun.
“I - I think I'm going to die,” Onew says, grabbing his chest in a fit of dramatics. Minho blinks and stares at the ball sitting at his feet.
They start the game up again, Minho kicking the ball off to Onew who stops it with his foot and nearly trips over himself in the process. He scrambles to straighten up and continue and is surprised when he's finally able to surpass Minho. He dribbles toward the goal and past the goal-line and cheers, throwing his hands up in the air and dancing around happily.
“I scored!” He looks at Minho, smile big and proud, and says once again, “I scored!” as if he wants Minho to be proud of him too.
His lucky streak continues for two more goals and suddenly they're tied. This is when Onew starts noticing things; like the way Minho will be gaining on him one minute and then suddenly dropping back the next. Or the way he'll over kick and send the ball out of bounds.
And then Onew suddenly gets it and slowly comes to a stop, Minho almost colliding into his back.
“Hey,” says Minho, breathing heavily, and stops to look down questioningly at Onew.
Onew glares back up at him, huffy and cute, and Minho wants to pinch his cheeks but feels that this is definitely not the appropriate time for it. “You can stop going easy on me now.”
Minho is suddenly sheepish and staring holes into his over-used sneakers and Onew would think it's the most adorable thing he's seen if he wasn't so offended.
“I'm sorry,” says Minho cleanly. He looks up and captures Onew's gaze easily, eyes steady and determined. “I just thought that our date wouldn't be that fun if you were getting sore over losing.”
“Date?” asks Onew, breath quickly escaping him in a rush of surprise. “I mean. Like. I - I mean. We're on a date?” He points his finger at his chest, confusion evident.
“Yes,” says Minho without explanation.
“But you never said...” Onew furrows his eyebrows as he thinks back to when Minho had asked him out today, trying to remember any sort of phrasing that may have sounded like Minho had actually been asking him out on a date. “Why didn't you stop me from. I mean. You knew I didn't know, didn't you?”
Minho shrugs and shuffles his feet. “I didn't think you'd come if I'd asked you straight out.” He looks back at Onew who is spluttering and flailing around and blushing and mumbling to himself about what he should do and how nervous he is and Minho simply grabs his wrists and pulls him forward and up, effectively silencing the older boy.
“Would you just shut up and kiss me?” he says quietly. Onew flushes a deeper red but nods anyway. And just as Minho is about to lean forward, Onew is pushing back, face angry. “Wait. Who said I was being a sore loser. Minho - ”
Minho leans down and kisses him instead.
And Onew decides he doesn't really care about anything else anymore anyway.
onew/taemin
piano lessons
Onew wakes up on the couch (it'd been late when they'd gotten back from practice last night, but Minho had wanted someone to stay up and watch a soccer match with him and Onew can never resist his band member's pleas), face pressed uncomfortably into the back cushion with wet drool spots somewhere against his cheek, and snuffles quietly as he blinks himself awake. There's a blanket tossed over him, falling down slightly as he attempts to sit up. He gets halfway there before collapsing backward again and sighing as a wave of sleepiness overtakes him.
He remains quiet for a minute or so, reveling in the silence, when he hears a soft sort of sound, sweet and quiet, and he can't tell whether it makes him want to go back to sleep again or slowly wake up to its lovely melody. The notes stumble a bit but are otherwise flawless, a sort of pure roughness adorning each one, and he wants to record it, keep it as a constant background soundtrack to his subconscious. There is a final, ringing chord, gentle and low, and Onew sighs in unison with the keys of the piano being released, sound cut off abruptly.
There is a padding of feet, a tiny giggle, and suddenly Taemin's hip is in front of Onew who is blinking drearily and attempting to rub the fuzziness out of his eyesight. Taemin leans down and kisses Onew on the forehead, lips soft and warm, and Onew smiles involuntarily, small and happy.
“Good morning, hyung.” Taemin grins against Onew's skin, making Onew all warm and tingly inside, before turning on his heels to go into the kitchen and pour himself a bowl of cereal. Onew follows after a minute of fully waking up and sits next to Taemin at the table, thighs touching underneath. He nudges the younger boy with his shoulder, smiling down at his hands.
"You know I love you right?"
"I know, hyung," Taemin says and continues eating his breakfast.
And all in all, it's a typical weekday morning.
A/N: To be honest, this all started with the prompt 'Let's break up, you're annoying me,' for OnTae, but a;skdjfa;lsk. I couldn't do it. Not with that pairing. DDD: Idk. Anyway, uh. This is dedicated both to my amazing inspiration person flamingkey and my five other fics which died tragically in a deleted MSN conversation. You shall be loved/missed. ;___;