writing requests: five things.

[lovescone]

in a huge writing funk, so i decided to drag this meme up from the depths and give it another go.

make up the title of a list, and i'll fill it in. [shinee pairings or yoochun/junsu only, please]
(examples: five things minho should have said and never did; four times kibum fucked up royally and the one time he didn't.)

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part 2/3 SOBS

[lovescone]

4. it is quiet and tense and awkward between the two of them for several days afterward, and it's no surprise that the others catch on to this. "hyung," minho says, leaning in to whisper so that no one else can overhear during a radio appearance, "what's going on with you and kibum?"

"nothing, it's fine," jinki assures him, waving a hand. "we just had a... well, kind of an argument, but it wasn't really one?" that just sounds stupid, and minho's puzzled expression only confirms it. "we're fine," he says again, a little firmer this time, hoping it sounds like he means it. he does, of course, but it's just... awkward, is all. it's not like they hate each other, or anything.

"if you say so," is minho's reply, skepticism all over. jinki resists the urge to scowl at him. minho's always been too damn good at reading each of them, it's almost creepy.

when they get home, it's just the two of them and kibum; jonghyun is practicing with the other members of sm the ballad, and taemin's at school. kibum's on the couch, sprawled out and jinki notices he looks softer here, no tension hardening the lines of his shoulders. he looks over and something shifts, sending a shudder down jinki's spine.

minho clears his throat and the moment's broken. "well, i'm going to go take a nap," he says, glancing between the two of them with that knowing air that he has.

"i," jinki says, thinking furiously of some excuse to not be in the house, "need to go out. we're... almost out of banana milk. yes. and we can't have that, can we?"

minho sighs, shaking his head. "grab the list, while you're at it, hyung," he says, and jinki swears he hears a lilt of amusement in minho's voice.

5. later that night, jinki's up for some godawful reason he can't think of at the current moment in time, standing in front of the open refrigerator debating on warm milk or leftovers. he knows he should go with the milk, because it's common knowledge that eating after ten just adds pounds, and his thighs are chunky enough, thanks. sighing, he reaches for the milk, but a soft, sleepy, "hyung?" startles him and he damn near tips the jug over.

he whirls around, heart pounding. "kibum, you scared me," he says, frowning.

"sorry," kibum says on the tail-end of a yawn, not sounding the least bit sorry at all. he shuffles into the kitchen proper, holding the door open while jinki reaches for the milk again. "why are you up?"

jinki shrugs. "couldn't sleep," he says, and holds up the milk. "you want some, too?"

kibum nods, leaning against the door lazily in lieu of actually shutting it. "sure. warm?"

"yeah." maybe it's because they're both operating on lack of sleep, but he feels like it's less awkward and tense than it has been the past day or so. so he decides maybe, while they're both unguarded, they should talk about this. "kibum?"