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, key/jonghyun
rating: pg-13
a/n: wtf omfg i don't even know anymore. there's a storm outside and i'm just going to post these before my power goes out. ENJOY OR SOMETHING.
drabbles one through four
o5. sometime around midnight [ontae]
A storm was raging outside.
“Jinki, I’m going to tell you a secret.”
Taemin’s voice come out softly from somewhere in the dark room, slightly panicked. Onew paused with fumbling around with the book of matches long enough to look up in the direction of the voice. He couldn’t see Taemin, but he knew he was there.
Footsteps could be heard and Onew suspected it was Taemin. On an impulse, Onew shuffled forward too, hitting his hip against some anonymous sharp object and cursing beautifully as he fell face first to the floor.
“Hyung?” Moments later, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, and as he blinked through the darkness he could make out Taemin’s figure crouched over him. “Hyung, are you okay?”
“Yeah… just… I wish the power would come back on, ya know?” He laughed, sitting up into an upright position and shrugging Taemin off. But Taemin didn’t let go, his hand stayed on the back of his neck and as Onew sat up, Taemin pulled himself closer, arms latching around his neck and Taemin kept getting closer and closer and closer until he was curled up in Onew’s lap and his nose was pressed into his neck. He didn’t move, just stayed like that, eyes squeezed shut.
“….Taemin?” Onew ventured, arms curling around the boy in his lap.
“Can I tell you my secret now?” Taemin was shaking now, arms tightening around Onew’s neck in a way that must’ve been uncomfortable, but Onew didn’t complain, just nuzzled his cheek against Taemin’s and spoke quietly.
“Of course.”
Taemin’s voice was surprisingly strong despite the fact that he hadn’t stopped shaking yet. “Hyung, I’m scared of the dark. Please don’t let go.”
He could hear the beginnings of a sob in Taemin’s voice, and despite the childish request, Onew just tightened his hold on the boy in his lap, “I won’t.” He promised, and Taemin nodded but he had yet to stop shaking, so Onew nudged his cheek with his nose. “Hey. Look up for a minute will ya?”
And Taemin slowly did as he was told, eyes still clamped shut. “Open your eyes.” Onew instructed with a chuckle and after a few moments of hesitation, Taemin cracked one eye open, close enough to Onew to see the spark in his eye and he kept his gaze fixed on them.
“Can you see me?” Onew whispered, one arm still wrapped around Taemin’s waist and the other going to intertwine his fingers with Taemin’s. Taemin squeezed his hand like a life line and nodded. “I can see you.”
“Okay, good. Now don’t look away.” And then Onew closed the small gap between them and kissed Taemin till he was brave enough to let his eyes slip closed again.
o6. letters to my son [MinKey]
Minho didn’t believe in heaven, until they put Kibum in the ground.
Kibum had come into his life so suddenly and kept himself there, filled Minho’s mind with dizzying knowledge. Gossip was as good as gospel in that town, and he hung on Kibum’s every word like it was the word of the Lord.
Things can happen so suddenly. (Things like blinking and car crashes and losing the people you love the most.)
Minho didn’t cry, just watched as they buried him, as they talked about him, as they remembered him, as they cried over him. Minho could do nothing but watch, sat on Kibum’s grave and closed his eyes, clenching his fists in the freshly packed dirt till he thought he could imagine him there with him, holding his hand and breathing softly, talkative and warm and a pulse full of life.
But in the end, he could just feel dirt. Dirt and nothing more.
o7. nice dream [jongkey based off a song only not really. OKAY, SO I STOLE ONE LINE FROM IT. WHATEVER. I advise listening to it while reading, anyway. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8DBoIgsYF0 ]
you said you could be my dream and I could have you every night, and if by morning i’d forgotten you? well, no big deal, that’d be alright. you’re the reoccurring kind.
Somewhere far away, Jonghyun was cold and lonely and his cell phone had full battery.
Somewhere close to home, Key had a bedroom all to himself and his phone was in his hand, waiting for a call or a message.
And the call came and Key answered before it even got through its first ring. He could hear Jonghyun’s teeth chattering over the line and he smiled to himself. “Are you cold, baby?”
“Alaska is fucking freezing.”
“I miss you.” Key immediately said, lying down on the bed that he would be sleeping in alone tonight.
“I only left this morning.” Jonghyun is chuckling. “Do you really miss me that much?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. I wish you were here right now and then I could warm you up and we could, I don’t know, cuddle or something. I don’t care, I just want you here.” Key knew he was whining, but he didn’t care.
Jonghyun was laughing again. “Hey, Key, I have an idea…”
Key groaned before he could finish. “We are not having phone sex.”
“No, let me finish!” Jonghyun is full out laughing by this point and Key smiles at the sound of it. “Just… close your eyes okay? Are you closing your eyes?”
Key huffs, but closes his eyes anyway. “Yeah, my eyes are closed.”
“Okay, now go to sleep.”
“Are you retarded?”
Jonghyun sighed over the phone. “C’mon, just do it. And have happy dreams about me?”
Key laughed. “Jonghyun, that’s the fucking cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll have cheesy dreams about you, too, bitch.”
There was silence for a moment and then Jonghyun picked back up again, talking about his trip so far, how hectic it has been at the airport and how he almost missed his flight thanks to a huge ass snow storm causing all these delays. Key told him about his shopping experiences and how Taemin had beat him in Uno twelve times in a row. Key kept telling him that he missed him. Jonghyun said that he missed him, too.
At some point, Key accidentally hung up on him, but called back right after, and Key was put on hold for ten minutes because Jonghyun got a call from his Mom, and even after all this, they kept talking until it was almost four in the morning (only ten at night, for Jonghyun) and Key was rubbing at his eyes as he mumbled into the phone.
“Jjongy, let’s say I do dream about you. What if I forget by morning?”
Jonghyun laughs and Key can feel his warmth from hundreds of miles away.
“It’s okay, I’m the reoccurring kind.”
o8. gotta keep ‘em separated [minkey]
Minho was awkward in the sense the he didn’t get out much and didn’t talk much whenever he did happen to get out. He would always smile a little late, laugh too loudly or just be in the way of everyone leading their not-as-awkward-as-his lives.
But here and now, pinned to the lockers in the empty hallway, Key was beginning to wonder if he was wrong about Minho. Because this Minho - the one with his lips attached to his neck and hands wandering further and further down-couldn’t possibly be the same Minho he knew.
But there was no doubt in Key’s mind that it was him because every time he pulled Minho’s lips back to his own there would be that too-loud laugh and Key would simply melt at the sound of it.
Minho had one hand on Key’s shoulder and was hooking his fingers through Key’s belt loops with the other and tugging down, rubbing his thumb onto the exposed skin he found there. And all this was perfectly not awkward and Key really didn’t mind where all of this happened to be going until he could hear not-so-distant voices and footsteps getting closer.
Minho must’ve heard them, too, because he was gone a moment later, standing eight feet away and was back to his awkward self and Key just stared, his taste still in his mouth. Friends rounded the corner a second later, laughing and joking and high fiving in greeting as they all had to wander past Minho to greet him. But Key ignored them, focused on straightening his clothes and staring holes in the back of Minho’s head.
And Minho turned to look at him a moment later, half smirk in place as he walked after the friends, pausing only to lean down and whisper in his ear, “To be continued?”
pairings (so far): minho/taemin, minho/key, onew/taemin, taemin/jonghyun, key/jonghyun
rating: pg-13
a/n: wtf omfg i don't even know anymore. there's a storm outside and i'm just going to post these before my power goes out. ENJOY OR SOMETHING.
drabbles one through four
o5. sometime around midnight [ontae]
A storm was raging outside.
“Jinki, I’m going to tell you a secret.”
Taemin’s voice come out softly from somewhere in the dark room, slightly panicked. Onew paused with fumbling around with the book of matches long enough to look up in the direction of the voice. He couldn’t see Taemin, but he knew he was there.
Footsteps could be heard and Onew suspected it was Taemin. On an impulse, Onew shuffled forward too, hitting his hip against some anonymous sharp object and cursing beautifully as he fell face first to the floor.
“Hyung?” Moments later, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, and as he blinked through the darkness he could make out Taemin’s figure crouched over him. “Hyung, are you okay?”
“Yeah… just… I wish the power would come back on, ya know?” He laughed, sitting up into an upright position and shrugging Taemin off. But Taemin didn’t let go, his hand stayed on the back of his neck and as Onew sat up, Taemin pulled himself closer, arms latching around his neck and Taemin kept getting closer and closer and closer until he was curled up in Onew’s lap and his nose was pressed into his neck. He didn’t move, just stayed like that, eyes squeezed shut.
“….Taemin?” Onew ventured, arms curling around the boy in his lap.
“Can I tell you my secret now?” Taemin was shaking now, arms tightening around Onew’s neck in a way that must’ve been uncomfortable, but Onew didn’t complain, just nuzzled his cheek against Taemin’s and spoke quietly.
“Of course.”
Taemin’s voice was surprisingly strong despite the fact that he hadn’t stopped shaking yet. “Hyung, I’m scared of the dark. Please don’t let go.”
He could hear the beginnings of a sob in Taemin’s voice, and despite the childish request, Onew just tightened his hold on the boy in his lap, “I won’t.” He promised, and Taemin nodded but he had yet to stop shaking, so Onew nudged his cheek with his nose. “Hey. Look up for a minute will ya?”
And Taemin slowly did as he was told, eyes still clamped shut. “Open your eyes.” Onew instructed with a chuckle and after a few moments of hesitation, Taemin cracked one eye open, close enough to Onew to see the spark in his eye and he kept his gaze fixed on them.
“Can you see me?” Onew whispered, one arm still wrapped around Taemin’s waist and the other going to intertwine his fingers with Taemin’s. Taemin squeezed his hand like a life line and nodded. “I can see you.”
“Okay, good. Now don’t look away.” And then Onew closed the small gap between them and kissed Taemin till he was brave enough to let his eyes slip closed again.
o6. letters to my son [MinKey]
Minho didn’t believe in heaven, until they put Kibum in the ground.
Kibum had come into his life so suddenly and kept himself there, filled Minho’s mind with dizzying knowledge. Gossip was as good as gospel in that town, and he hung on Kibum’s every word like it was the word of the Lord.
Things can happen so suddenly. (Things like blinking and car crashes and losing the people you love the most.)
Minho didn’t cry, just watched as they buried him, as they talked about him, as they remembered him, as they cried over him. Minho could do nothing but watch, sat on Kibum’s grave and closed his eyes, clenching his fists in the freshly packed dirt till he thought he could imagine him there with him, holding his hand and breathing softly, talkative and warm and a pulse full of life.
But in the end, he could just feel dirt. Dirt and nothing more.
o7. nice dream [jongkey based off a song only not really. OKAY, SO I STOLE ONE LINE FROM IT. WHATEVER. I advise listening to it while reading, anyway. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8DBoIgsYF0 ]
you said you could be my dream and I could have you every night, and if by morning i’d forgotten you? well, no big deal, that’d be alright. you’re the reoccurring kind.
Somewhere far away, Jonghyun was cold and lonely and his cell phone had full battery.
Somewhere close to home, Key had a bedroom all to himself and his phone was in his hand, waiting for a call or a message.
And the call came and Key answered before it even got through its first ring. He could hear Jonghyun’s teeth chattering over the line and he smiled to himself. “Are you cold, baby?”
“Alaska is fucking freezing.”
“I miss you.” Key immediately said, lying down on the bed that he would be sleeping in alone tonight.
“I only left this morning.” Jonghyun is chuckling. “Do you really miss me that much?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. I wish you were here right now and then I could warm you up and we could, I don’t know, cuddle or something. I don’t care, I just want you here.” Key knew he was whining, but he didn’t care.
Jonghyun was laughing again. “Hey, Key, I have an idea…”
Key groaned before he could finish. “We are not having phone sex.”
“No, let me finish!” Jonghyun is full out laughing by this point and Key smiles at the sound of it. “Just… close your eyes okay? Are you closing your eyes?”
Key huffs, but closes his eyes anyway. “Yeah, my eyes are closed.”
“Okay, now go to sleep.”
“Are you retarded?”
Jonghyun sighed over the phone. “C’mon, just do it. And have happy dreams about me?”
Key laughed. “Jonghyun, that’s the fucking cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll have cheesy dreams about you, too, bitch.”
There was silence for a moment and then Jonghyun picked back up again, talking about his trip so far, how hectic it has been at the airport and how he almost missed his flight thanks to a huge ass snow storm causing all these delays. Key told him about his shopping experiences and how Taemin had beat him in Uno twelve times in a row. Key kept telling him that he missed him. Jonghyun said that he missed him, too.
At some point, Key accidentally hung up on him, but called back right after, and Key was put on hold for ten minutes because Jonghyun got a call from his Mom, and even after all this, they kept talking until it was almost four in the morning (only ten at night, for Jonghyun) and Key was rubbing at his eyes as he mumbled into the phone.
“Jjongy, let’s say I do dream about you. What if I forget by morning?”
Jonghyun laughs and Key can feel his warmth from hundreds of miles away.
“It’s okay, I’m the reoccurring kind.”
o8. gotta keep ‘em separated [minkey]
Minho was awkward in the sense the he didn’t get out much and didn’t talk much whenever he did happen to get out. He would always smile a little late, laugh too loudly or just be in the way of everyone leading their not-as-awkward-as-his lives.
But here and now, pinned to the lockers in the empty hallway, Key was beginning to wonder if he was wrong about Minho. Because this Minho - the one with his lips attached to his neck and hands wandering further and further down-couldn’t possibly be the same Minho he knew.
But there was no doubt in Key’s mind that it was him because every time he pulled Minho’s lips back to his own there would be that too-loud laugh and Key would simply melt at the sound of it.
Minho had one hand on Key’s shoulder and was hooking his fingers through Key’s belt loops with the other and tugging down, rubbing his thumb onto the exposed skin he found there. And all this was perfectly not awkward and Key really didn’t mind where all of this happened to be going until he could hear not-so-distant voices and footsteps getting closer.
Minho must’ve heard them, too, because he was gone a moment later, standing eight feet away and was back to his awkward self and Key just stared, his taste still in his mouth. Friends rounded the corner a second later, laughing and joking and high fiving in greeting as they all had to wander past Minho to greet him. But Key ignored them, focused on straightening his clothes and staring holes in the back of Minho’s head.
And Minho turned to look at him a moment later, half smirk in place as he walked after the friends, pausing only to lean down and whisper in his ear, “To be continued?”