[1] Pajamas
Title: Pajamas
Pairing: Key/Onew (Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Key)
Rating: PG
Genre: slight angst
Word Count: 743
The boys arrive at the edge of grass skirts. Gently sloping upwards, a staircase of dark, worn wood leads them through a knoll to a stone-walled house. Why had the noona asked to meet them here of all places? Why not a pier or a park, like the previous noonas? You speculate that this noona wanted to be special and bring you all to a house. Leave the best for last, right? At least she didn’t surprise you in your apartment.
No one seems to mind the odd location. They are more interested in the grandeur of the property than the austerity of it all. Minho even mentions wanting to have a property like this, in the future. Clearing the last few steps leads them to a patio. Immediately spotting a chair swing, Taemin hoists himself onto the cushions; he laughs, bemused by the simple momentum. Onew laughs as he leaps on it as well, causing the swing to shake as it rocks back and forth. They whisper behind flat palms, giggling and smiling secretively. The staff chuckle ‘married couple’ as they film the surefire fan-service. Jonghyun smiles as he laughs with you. But while your body goes through the motions, your eyes are something akin to embers.
~~~~
'Noona noemu yeppeo'
The boys chorus in harmony, grinning to their noona of the day. It turns out she asked for a sleepover in her own house to be her group date for this episode of YunHaNam. She looks cute, but she isn’t quite the flavor you care for anymore. The noonas of the world throw themselves at your feet to no avail. You can’t help it--you look only at your leader.
No one seems to notice your minor attitude change. You keep smiling and joking away, satisfying what they’d expect from you. As they film the show, you make sure to avoid eye contact with Onew, who sits across the table next to Taemin. You look at a forehead, a nose, anything else to avoid suspicion. This proves to be a challenging feat, as Onew’s forehead, nose, and anything else seem to be in constant contact with Taemin. A big part of you is still miffed that he would be so intimate with Taemin. Not so much that it was an ill-intention, more that he wasn’t quite so intimate with you.
You hold your tin foil microphone to keep yourself steady. While he talks, while he listens, while he watches, you can feel your emotions threatening to take over. You want to tune out, you wish the tin would cut you and give you a reason to leave, you want to curse him for seeing you as nothing more than a dongsaeng. Jonghyun notices your knuckles turning white, your cheeks starting to redden. While the noona is talking, he mouths to you, ‘Are you alright?’ and with narrowed eyes, he stares.
You nod, mouthing, ‘Just sad that this is the end.’
~~~~
The boys escort the noona to her room before ascending a floor to their own accommodations. The room that is given to the five of you is rather small. Onew points this out, and lays the sleeping mats close together. It isn’t something you care too much about, as you change amidst the others. A whine is heard from the other side of the room. It seems hyung forgot to pack his pajamas. The others giggle, stemming the problem to his famous Onew Condition.
No one seems to be able to help him figure something out. Your maternal instincts urge you to, but your mind tries to prevent you from going to his side.
It is then that you realize what you have to do. You remember seeing the forgotten pajamas on Onew’s bed this morning. You remember picking them up, pausing momentarily to smile at the only things you’d ever let touch Onew’s skin, other than yourself. You remember placing them softly into your own bag, satisfied with the thought that, even though he didn’t entirely realize it yet, he relied on you more than he knew.
'Hyung…'
You hold up the garments, sure that the look on your face is some sort of hybrid between a grimace and a grin. He’s flirtatious, clumsy, and undeserving of these pajamas that you kept for him.
‘Ah! Gomawoyo!’
But just like that, your heart’s trapped once again. A flash of teeth, a sparkle of his eyes and your knees feel a familiar weakness. You feel your mouth foolishly grinning back.
And with that, the cycle continues.
Not bad for my first try
Comments are appreciated ♥
Pairing: Key/Onew (Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Key)
Rating: PG
Genre: slight angst
Word Count: 743
The boys arrive at the edge of grass skirts. Gently sloping upwards, a staircase of dark, worn wood leads them through a knoll to a stone-walled house. Why had the noona asked to meet them here of all places? Why not a pier or a park, like the previous noonas? You speculate that this noona wanted to be special and bring you all to a house. Leave the best for last, right? At least she didn’t surprise you in your apartment.
No one seems to mind the odd location. They are more interested in the grandeur of the property than the austerity of it all. Minho even mentions wanting to have a property like this, in the future. Clearing the last few steps leads them to a patio. Immediately spotting a chair swing, Taemin hoists himself onto the cushions; he laughs, bemused by the simple momentum. Onew laughs as he leaps on it as well, causing the swing to shake as it rocks back and forth. They whisper behind flat palms, giggling and smiling secretively. The staff chuckle ‘married couple’ as they film the surefire fan-service. Jonghyun smiles as he laughs with you. But while your body goes through the motions, your eyes are something akin to embers.
~~~~
'Noona noemu yeppeo'
The boys chorus in harmony, grinning to their noona of the day. It turns out she asked for a sleepover in her own house to be her group date for this episode of YunHaNam. She looks cute, but she isn’t quite the flavor you care for anymore. The noonas of the world throw themselves at your feet to no avail. You can’t help it--you look only at your leader.
No one seems to notice your minor attitude change. You keep smiling and joking away, satisfying what they’d expect from you. As they film the show, you make sure to avoid eye contact with Onew, who sits across the table next to Taemin. You look at a forehead, a nose, anything else to avoid suspicion. This proves to be a challenging feat, as Onew’s forehead, nose, and anything else seem to be in constant contact with Taemin. A big part of you is still miffed that he would be so intimate with Taemin. Not so much that it was an ill-intention, more that he wasn’t quite so intimate with you.
You hold your tin foil microphone to keep yourself steady. While he talks, while he listens, while he watches, you can feel your emotions threatening to take over. You want to tune out, you wish the tin would cut you and give you a reason to leave, you want to curse him for seeing you as nothing more than a dongsaeng. Jonghyun notices your knuckles turning white, your cheeks starting to redden. While the noona is talking, he mouths to you, ‘Are you alright?’ and with narrowed eyes, he stares.
You nod, mouthing, ‘Just sad that this is the end.’
~~~~
The boys escort the noona to her room before ascending a floor to their own accommodations. The room that is given to the five of you is rather small. Onew points this out, and lays the sleeping mats close together. It isn’t something you care too much about, as you change amidst the others. A whine is heard from the other side of the room. It seems hyung forgot to pack his pajamas. The others giggle, stemming the problem to his famous Onew Condition.
No one seems to be able to help him figure something out. Your maternal instincts urge you to, but your mind tries to prevent you from going to his side.
It is then that you realize what you have to do. You remember seeing the forgotten pajamas on Onew’s bed this morning. You remember picking them up, pausing momentarily to smile at the only things you’d ever let touch Onew’s skin, other than yourself. You remember placing them softly into your own bag, satisfied with the thought that, even though he didn’t entirely realize it yet, he relied on you more than he knew.
'Hyung…'
You hold up the garments, sure that the look on your face is some sort of hybrid between a grimace and a grin. He’s flirtatious, clumsy, and undeserving of these pajamas that you kept for him.
‘Ah! Gomawoyo!’
But just like that, your heart’s trapped once again. A flash of teeth, a sparkle of his eyes and your knees feel a familiar weakness. You feel your mouth foolishly grinning back.
And with that, the cycle continues.
Not bad for my first try
Comments are appreciated ♥