【flashfic】 triple dare
TITLE triple dare
FANDOM tvxq
PAIRING minsu
WORDS 600
RATING g
A/N this was done as an email quickwrite for itsplashes a few months ago. i was just lazy and never posted it. :| flash edited.
he asks for three times. you've got to think quick or it's all for nothing.
okay, you say, right-remember these? there was the time at the public pool, where the water was bright and clear and sunshine rippled off the waves you made with your knees. no one else was there besides the lifeguard in red reading her romance novel. probably because it was march, breezy, and bitter cold. you made bets, the two of you, whether it'd even be open, or if you'd actually jump from the high dive. you both hoped it was closed and listened to the radio on the way there.
it wasn't. you both stayed in for twenty minutes but never went up to the high dive. twenty-one minutes and he was out of the pool, lips blue, teeth chattering, whining up a storm like it was all your fault. you ignored for a while, finally listened for a few seconds, and rifled through your gym bag. you gave him your t-shirt and your bigger towel (you were taller even then.) he demanded hot chocolate but you told him no.
three days later he got sick. you thought he whined then. (truthfully, he didn't whine at all. it sounds better in your head if he did whine, though.) he missed dinner that night, then refused to play on the playstation with you. you can't remember a night he didn't challenge your genius at ridge racer. you wandered into his room a few hours later and had to dig him up from under two comforters, a throw, his bedsheet, and jaejoong's black hoodie. he glared at you, it was an awful look-your stomach went a little sour. you told him he reeked of sick person (a lie, you remember his cologne from that morning) and got him up by the elbow. he told you to let him be but you're (thank you) still stronger.
you washed his hair with the lentil shampoo, the stuff that was soft, crumbly, and smelled like baby powder. your sister sent it to you last month in a bubble packet with a letter and a box of gummy snacks, but you never used it. he was silent the whole time your hands combed the mounds of suds from his hair. you told him to close his eyes but instead as you rinsed he watched the dried lentils swirl down the drain.
the next day, you were busy. he texted you some, telling you how yoochun made him watch titanic again, his hair was a wreck, jaejoong made him really delicious soup, yunho called off his phone interview, he couldn't find any books he wanted to read, you weren't home to lose at videogames, and he really hated not being able to go running.
and you thought he whined then. (this time, you're justified.)
you got home at quarter past ten. you showered first, ate the leftovers jaejoong left for you, and unpacked the one thing from the one grocery bag you brought home. you used more water than milk, boiled it in the kettle rather than using the microwave, poured it into junsu's favorite mug, and topped it off with whipped cream.
when you brought the hot chocolate into junsu's room, he was giving you the same kind of look he's giving you now, still withholding the last ramen packet from you. it's the kind of smile that's in his eyes first, then tips down into the right corner of his mouth until his teeth show and he knows he's lost.
'three, i win.' you hold out your hand for the ramen packet but really, you're watching his smile.
FANDOM tvxq
PAIRING minsu
WORDS 600
RATING g
A/N this was done as an email quickwrite for itsplashes a few months ago. i was just lazy and never posted it. :| flash edited.
he asks for three times. you've got to think quick or it's all for nothing.
okay, you say, right-remember these? there was the time at the public pool, where the water was bright and clear and sunshine rippled off the waves you made with your knees. no one else was there besides the lifeguard in red reading her romance novel. probably because it was march, breezy, and bitter cold. you made bets, the two of you, whether it'd even be open, or if you'd actually jump from the high dive. you both hoped it was closed and listened to the radio on the way there.
it wasn't. you both stayed in for twenty minutes but never went up to the high dive. twenty-one minutes and he was out of the pool, lips blue, teeth chattering, whining up a storm like it was all your fault. you ignored for a while, finally listened for a few seconds, and rifled through your gym bag. you gave him your t-shirt and your bigger towel (you were taller even then.) he demanded hot chocolate but you told him no.
three days later he got sick. you thought he whined then. (truthfully, he didn't whine at all. it sounds better in your head if he did whine, though.) he missed dinner that night, then refused to play on the playstation with you. you can't remember a night he didn't challenge your genius at ridge racer. you wandered into his room a few hours later and had to dig him up from under two comforters, a throw, his bedsheet, and jaejoong's black hoodie. he glared at you, it was an awful look-your stomach went a little sour. you told him he reeked of sick person (a lie, you remember his cologne from that morning) and got him up by the elbow. he told you to let him be but you're (thank you) still stronger.
you washed his hair with the lentil shampoo, the stuff that was soft, crumbly, and smelled like baby powder. your sister sent it to you last month in a bubble packet with a letter and a box of gummy snacks, but you never used it. he was silent the whole time your hands combed the mounds of suds from his hair. you told him to close his eyes but instead as you rinsed he watched the dried lentils swirl down the drain.
the next day, you were busy. he texted you some, telling you how yoochun made him watch titanic again, his hair was a wreck, jaejoong made him really delicious soup, yunho called off his phone interview, he couldn't find any books he wanted to read, you weren't home to lose at videogames, and he really hated not being able to go running.
and you thought he whined then. (this time, you're justified.)
you got home at quarter past ten. you showered first, ate the leftovers jaejoong left for you, and unpacked the one thing from the one grocery bag you brought home. you used more water than milk, boiled it in the kettle rather than using the microwave, poured it into junsu's favorite mug, and topped it off with whipped cream.
when you brought the hot chocolate into junsu's room, he was giving you the same kind of look he's giving you now, still withholding the last ramen packet from you. it's the kind of smile that's in his eyes first, then tips down into the right corner of his mouth until his teeth show and he knows he's lost.
'three, i win.' you hold out your hand for the ramen packet but really, you're watching his smile.