boys don't cry
boys don’t cry; a series of drabbles related to the boys of SHINee
pairings (so far): minho/taemin, minho/key, onew/taemin, taemin/jonghyun
rating: pg-13
a/n: here's a few short shinee drabbles. these will be updated whenever i have 4+ to post.
o1. sleepyhead [minho/taemin]
It was against his rules to be awake before ten am, regardless of the day.
Fuck Taemin. Fuck him and his ability to always-always-- be up with the sun.
It didn’t matter how late he stayed up the night before or how many times Minho tells him that he can’t sleep with him anymore if he can’t stay put. The boy had a strict internal clock that Minho could never, ever understand.
Taemin rolled over, planting a light kiss on Minho’s shoulder. “Sleepyhead.” He mumbled, nuzzling closer.
“Min, you’re breaking the rules…” Minho grumbled, eyes staying shut. He heard a faint sound, like Taemin laughing against his skin. He smiled sleepily.
Taemin was moving, an arm wrapping around Minho’s neck, breath hot against his neck, eyelashes tickling the underside of his chin. When Taemin spoke, Minho could feel his lips move.
“Somehow, I don’t think you mind all that much.”
o2. are friends electric? [minho/key]
You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your friend's nose.
If Kibum could pick his friends, then he wouldn’t have ever been friends with Minho. The guy was a total bastard, smug and full of himself, totalitarian. It’s always Minho’s way or no way and Kibum didn’t take well to competition for the title of KING OF EVERYTHING too kindly.
Of course they were best friends.
But sometimes, when the planets are aligned just right and he squints his eyes enough, his best friend looks hot enough to kiss.
They were too much alike, brain waves probably being all buddy-buddy on the same brain channel or some other completely scientific reason, because Minho seemed to always be able to read his mind.
o3. don’t shoot your teammates [friendship! onew/taemin with the added comfort of video games]
“Boomer!”
Taemin barely had time to turn around before he was completely covered in green sludge, and the unmistakable cries of the horde were heard as they ran towards him. He had a shotgun in hand, turning wildly and he tried valiantly to see through the sludge blocking his vision.
The zombies were everywhere and he yelped, taking hit after hit. Crippling, he fell to the ground, still attempting to survive by shooting the zombies around him. Useless. He gave up, standing still and closed his eyes tight. He couldn’t watch anymore. This was the end…
And moments later, the screen went dark, and Taemin’s controller went from his hands to being tossed at Onew’s head. “This is all your fault.”
Onew ducked, the Xbox controller missing by millimeters and skidding across the floor. “My fault? I was being pinned by a Hunter!”
Frowning, Taemin retrieved his controller. “Okay, rematch. And maybe if you don’t startle the Witch we can survive this time.”
“Only if you don’t start any car alarms.”
“Well, maybe you should stop shooting me!”
“That wasn’t me! It was Louis!”
“Oh sure, blame the black guy.”
The two grumbled, settling back together on the couch as they returned back to the start screen of Left 4 Dead. Ten minutes later, Onew had fallen off a cliff and Taemin was being constricted by a Smoker.
“This is all your fault.”
o4. let your love grow tall [taemin/jonghyun]
Taemin was eight.
He wore shorts regardless of the weather to show off his scabbed and bruised knees, all of which his bike was responsible for. Back then, the number of wounds you got from outdoor activities just filled up your popularity gauge.
Jonghyun was ten and he was the epitome of cool. Taemin saw him skateboarding without a helmet once, watched when he fell over at high speed and busted open his elbow. Taemin was smitten when Jonghyun stood up, brushed himself off, and just kept going.
From that day forth, Taemin ignored his bike and matching helmet. He picked up skateboarding fast.
“Ouch, does that hurt? You rolled like, ten feet!”
‘Like, ten feet’ was actually just two, but it had been a hard fall. Taemin glanced up, slightly disoriented from the bonk on his head but he wasn’t out of it so much as to not notice it was Jonghyun standing before him.
Taemin blinked a moment, thought about the question, then shrugged. “I don’t think so.” He was a firm believer in thinking that if he couldn’t see it, than it didn’t exist.
“It looks like it hurts. But my big brother says that hits to ya head always bleed a lot.” Jonghyun had his tongue sticking out in thought as he reached into his pockets. A moment later he had a Band-Aid dotted with Transformer characters. Upon further inspection, Taemin noted that Jonghyun was covered in these Band-Aid.
Tongue still sticking out, he gently placed the bandaid on Taemin’s forehead. “Optimus Prime will keep your head safe from infection. That’s why these bandaids are the bestest.”
Years later, they still skated together, still fell over often (“Dude, I swear, that was totally on purpose!”) and they still used Transformer Band-Aids, but now with the added healing power of tender touch and gentle kisses.