Title: I Don't Even...
Genre: Crack
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: G
Summary: Minho's one of the more...normal members of SHINee.
A/N:
This + “i need minho fic, please
and not quiet, stoic, lifeless minho fic” = This Fic
“AAH!” Onew was heard screaming from inside SHINee's bedroom.
Running to the room and throwing the door wide open, Minho asked, “Hyung, what's wrong?!”
“This! Stupid! Mosquito bite! On the bottom! Of my foot!” the leader frustratingly yelled, jumping with every word, holding onto his right foot while trying not to fall over.
Without saying another word, Minho simply turned around and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Jonghyun rushed over and asked, “What?! What was it? Is Onew okay?”
“He's fine...” Minho told him, left hand waving away all of Jonghyun's worry.
Just then, a thud was heard from inside the bedroom.
“Oww.....”
Jonghyun gave Minho a critical look. “Does that sound like 'fine' to you?” He ran into the room and found Onew lying on his side on the floor, still holding onto his foot.
“OH! Onew, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Looking up strangely at Jonghyun, who suddenly flew to his side, Onew replied, “Of course, I'm okay! I am the amazing Onew, after all. Besides, you act like I've never done anything like this before.”
“Oh, oh, of course,” Jonghyun said, standing up and gathering himself, pretending like he wasn't flustered by what had just happened. “Ha...ha, Onew sangtae~ I'm gonna...uh, go... I'm gonna go,” he said before quickly walking out of the room.
Following Jonghyun's swift departure from the room with his eyes, Minho shook his head and offered Onew a hand in getting back up on his feet. “Are you sure you're okay, hyung?”
“Yeah, I'm fine,” the older boy said, taking Minho's hand and dusting himself off.
“Well, maybe you should...sit or lie down or...something to keep off of that foot, rather than jumping around. You know, just to be safe,” Minho told Onew.
Sighing, Onew patted the taller boy on the shoulder and said, “You know, you're probably right. But where's the fun in that?” giving him one of his classic goofy smiles.
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“Hey! Hey, Minho! Are you awake?” Jonghyun whispered a bit too loudly one night.
Ignoring him, Minho turned in his bed to face the wall.
Being the persistent individual he was, Jonghyun whispered again, “Minho! I know you're awake. I can see you, you know.”
Minho turned back in his bed to face the center of the bedroom, knowing that Jonghyun wouldn't give up, even if Minho kept ignoring him, for at least another couple hours. Giving out a long sigh, Minho said, “What is it, hyung? I'm really tired.”
“I can't fall asleep.”
When Jonghyun said this, Minho thought to himself, 'Oh, so you decide to keep me up, too?' But, of course, he kept that to himself and instead told Jonghyun, “I'm sorry about that, hyung. Why not?”
“...'why not' what?”
Minho brought a hand to his forehead and began to rub his temples. “Why can't you fall asleep?”
“Oh,” Jonghyun replied, honestly not knowing that that was what Minho meant with his previous question, “it's too hot in this room.”
“Haven't we discussed this already?” Minho asked in between yawns. “Why don't you go out to the living room and turn on the ceiling fan to see if you can fall asleep there?”
“There's a thought,” Jonghyun began to say, “but that would require me getting out of bed, and I'm already comfortable! Well, besides the whole 'too hot' thing, of course.”
Tired of the main vocal's ridiculousness, Minho returned to facing the wall and told Jonghyun, “Well then, I guess you'll just have to deal with it.”
“But, Minhooooooooooo...” the older whined.
“I'm going to sleep, hyung, and if you don't want to be like a zombie tomorrow morning on the radio, you probably should, too,” Minho said without turning around. “Good night.”
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Minho was looking at a box on the kitchen table, deciding whether or not to open it up, when Key walked into the room.
“Ooh! Cake? I want some!” Key, wearing his usual pink ensemble, cheerfully announced.
Looking up at Key who had a big grin on his face, Minho hesitantly responded, “Well, Key, I would love to give you a piece, except...”
“Except what?” Key asked, grin slowly fading away. “Stop trying to keep it all to yourself, Minho! Sharing is caring, you know!”
Trying to conceal a mischievous smirk, Minho said, “If you say so...” and got up to get a knife.
“Yay, cake!” Key said before taking a piece and eating it. A strange look emerged on his face once he began chewing. “What kind of cake is this?” he asked. “I don't think I've tasted anything like this before. It's different from what I'm used to.”
Now, completely failing at hiding his smirk, Minho began chuckling. “Well, Key... That's the thing. It's, uh, carrot cake.”
Eyes wide, Key began coughing. Coughing up a lung, some would say. “CARROT CAKE?! CARROT?! You know that I don't like carrots, Minho!”
“Well, I told you that you might not like it...” the taller boy said, all the while trying not to double over in laughter.
“You didn't tell me anything!!! You merely...implied! You know I don't do well with implications, Minho!” Key cried out, chasing after the person he believed had done the equivalent of poisoning him.
Running through the hallways and every room of their dorm, Minho yelled out, “The carrot part wasn't so bad though, was it?”
“... That is completely beside the point!”
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Taemin and Minho were sitting in the living room doing their homework when all of a sudden Taemin started waving his hand around his head.
“Uh, you okay there, Taemin?” Minho asked, questioning look on his face.
The younger boy didn't stop waving his hand around when he answered, “I'm fine, hyung, just keep studying for your History test that you have tomorrow.”
“If you say so,” Minho said calmly and returned to looking over his notes.
Five minutes later, Taemin was still waving his hand around.
Concerned with the youngest member's unusual lack of focus, Minho inquired, “Taemin, you have yet to get back to your homework. Are you sure you're okay?”
“There's this mosquito that keeps buzzing around my head, and it's keeping me from concentrating,” he answered, look of sheer determination on his face. He was going to get that mosquito.
“Do you want me to kill it for you then? You really need to get back to studying for the English test you have this week...”
“No no, it's fine,” Taemin said, shaking his head. “I've got it under control.”
Yet another five minutes later, Taemin was still attempting to shoo the mosquito away. This time, however, Minho did not bother asking and, instead, got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with a fly swatter. Walking over to where Taemin was sitting, Minho stood and waited for a while and then... *SMACK*.
“Oh... Thanks, hyung,” Taemin said, somewhat in shock from the sudden noise.
“Not a problem. Now, get back to your homework.”
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First fic post of the year, yeah! When the year is kind of about to end, all right! This is also my first completed SHINee fic. It's been sitting on my flash drive for...a while, lol. I hope it wasn't too bad. (: