"One Of Those Days"
Title: One of Those Days
Rating: PG. FLUFF ;ualhg;oq’iaj’[ntmk
Pairing: Minkey, hinted one-sided Jongkey
Notes: Because I’m tacky and try to cheer up my friends by writing their OTPs :(
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Not every day could be perfect.
Not every rehearsal could go by without a hitch, and not every photoshoot could fly by with perfect angles and lighting. Today though… well, Key didn’t really want to talk about it.
It had started off normal enough, waking up right as he always scheduled himself to and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. Unfortunately, that was wear normalcy ended. Key couldn’t even fathom how the bathroom had become such a disaster in the span of them getting home and him falling asleep, but by some act of God (or sick practical joke. Key wasn’t sure), exactly that had happened. Towels were scattered around the floor, as were some discarded articles of clothing, and through some kind of black magic, the medicine cabinet had been knocked open, some of the contents knocked on their side while others had relocated themselves to the sink. Key fumed silently, fighting back every single urge to scream, stuffing things back to their proper place before flipping the water and hastily jumping in.
This time, he did scream.
Ice cold. No one had informed him that the company was doing some quick work to their pipes that morning, which meant that for the next few hours, there wouldn’t be any hot water in the dorm. Well, that explained the mess of towels… and also why his body wash missing. There had been some hell to pay the last time he noticed his wash diminishing, but now that it was empty? Oooh, someone was going to die. If the freezing shower wasn’t bad enough, the Diva was forced to scrub himself down with standard bar soap. At least they’d been nice enough to leave his shampoo alo- never mind. Screaming again, he opened the shower curtain and pitched the empty bottle against the shut door.
The day didn’t get any better. Whoever had cooked last made a mess on the burner, but by the time Key had noticed, the kitchen smelt terrible, and whatever food had slipped from the container yesterday was effectively cooked to the burner. The other members were finally awaking, and Jonghyun had made the mistake of asking when the younger man had gotten his degree in the Culinary Arts of Charcoal. The vocalist instantly found a spatula smashing against his uneven nostrils. Instead of a filling meal, they were all forced to have cereal… leaving Key to do the dishes of course, as well as tending to the mess on the stove.
Dance practice gave him false hope by involving one of their older songs, to which they all knew the choreography like the back of their hand. But oh no, we couldn’t have that now could we? That would be cutting him a break. Taemin had been the bane of his existence this time, the dancer leaving his duffle bag full of clothes and water just far enough from the wall to get in the way. Of course, it was on Key’s side of the wall, and after only a minute in to dance practice, the Almighty hooked his ankle on the strap, effectively toppling over backwards and landing not so gracefully on his back, taking the bag with him. At least he wasn’t completely disregarded this time, the other members rushing to his aid.
Unfortunately, Onew wasn’t any less accident prone and somehow managed to fumble over the bag himself, landing directly on the other boy.
As soon as they were home, Key limped into his shared room and slammed the door behind him. Maybe if he just buried himself under the covers or hit his head a few more times, the misery he was in would wake him up from this nightmare. He’d get out of bed and find all of his bath supplies there, the kitchen would be clean, there’d be nothing on the stove, Jonghyun wouldn’t make-… well, yeah, he probably would. Key sighed, grabbing his pillow and clutching it to his chest. A soft knock came on the door; Key’s eyes narrowed. “Go away.” There was silence for a moment, but the knock came again. “Jonghyun I swear to God if you don’t leave me alone I’m-”
“Jonghyun? That’s insulting.”
Key blinked. That definitely wasn’t the vocalist’s voice, and who it belonged to wasn’t really someone he expected to come try to console him. “It’s open.” The handle rattled, and soon, the door opened. Minho stood in the doorway for a moment, as if he were unsure if he had the ‘okay’ to enter, or if Key had booby-trapped the room to keep out unwanted raptors. The slightly older rapper’s face sunk into his pillow, looking up at Minho with questioning eyes. It wasn’t that the two didn’t get along - far from it actually. It just seemed that, despite living with eachother for so long, there was always an air of awkwardness that settled between them. Finally feeling secure, Minho entered fully, shutting the door behind him.
“… How are you feeling?” Key’s nose wrinkled. That was a pretty stupid question, but it was better than dealing with the inevitable silence that would settle between them. The diva shrugged, eyes roaming over the taller boys frame as he settled himself on the bed beside him. It was at that point that Key noticed he was holding something. The cup in his hand was held out for Key to take, the dark color and sweet aroma marking it clearly as one of the tea’s they had in their cabinet.
“What do you think?” he accepted the cup, while Minho offered a sympathetic smile. “And Jonghyun-hyung isn’t helping by getting all up in my business.” Key glared at the cup. “He tried to get me some ice for my ankle and just ended up making a mess on the floor. Is that still there?” Minho nodded; Key sighed and pressed his lips to the rim of the cup. Hmm… he didn’t recognize this flavor, but it was delicious. Did someone sneak it into their grocery cart? If so it was that much money he’d be sucking from said member to go towards his bath supply.
“He’s just concerned,” Minho started, “hyung’s just… well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, fighting back the sudden urge to laugh, “he’s… got odd ways of showing it.” A small ‘tch’ slipped from between Key’s lips before he busied himself with more tea. “He’s awkward sometimes, and you wouldn’t even know there was something behind his ridiculous actions.” Key blinked. He wouldn’t really call Jonghyun awkward, and hadn’t the raptor-toothed singer flat out said Key was the best thing that had happened to him? “He tries to be subtle, and sometimes they just backfire… and he just ends up looking like an idiot and you both laugh it off.” Minho wasn’t looking at Key anymore, but Key found himself unable to look at anything but Minho. The cup slowly lowered from his lips. “Little touches, little smiles, small actions and weird jokes… he’s just trying to get you to notice him you know?” They weren’t talking about Jonghyun anymore, were they? “Because he doesn’t want that weird air of unfamiliarity that always falls between the two of you.” Key found his body scooting closer, fascinated by the way Minho’s lips moved; intrigued by the oh so faint dusting of pink that was falling on his cheeks. The other boys eyes caught his for the briefest second, causing that lovely color to darken. “… he cares about you.”
“He should just tell me then.”
“Maybe he’s scared of making things worse,” Minho rubbed the back of his neck again, other hand fidgeting with the fabric of his jeans. “and all of his hard work would be for nothing.”
Key was so close he was practically sitting in Minho’s lap. “It wouldn’t,” Minho finally looked at him. “It might be for the better actually. If he wants to be close with me… he should be open with me.” He smiled - the first time since he woke up that morning. The taller boy blinked, and his fingers twitched, wanting to move, wanting to do something but were restrained by sheer willpower. “I’d love it.”
“Really.” The taller rapper pursed his lips, looking away to the far wall, then putting his attention back on Key before nodding. “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”
“Minho.”
“Ne.”
Key paused, eyes focused on the other boys large ones before the smile widened enough to show teeth. “I feel better.”
The smile was returned, and those anxious fingers finally lifted to brush a nonexistent hair from Key’s face. “I’m glad.”
Rating: PG. FLUFF ;ualhg;oq’iaj’[ntmk
Pairing: Minkey, hinted one-sided Jongkey
Notes: Because I’m tacky and try to cheer up my friends by writing their OTPs :(
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Not every day could be perfect.
Not every rehearsal could go by without a hitch, and not every photoshoot could fly by with perfect angles and lighting. Today though… well, Key didn’t really want to talk about it.
It had started off normal enough, waking up right as he always scheduled himself to and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. Unfortunately, that was wear normalcy ended. Key couldn’t even fathom how the bathroom had become such a disaster in the span of them getting home and him falling asleep, but by some act of God (or sick practical joke. Key wasn’t sure), exactly that had happened. Towels were scattered around the floor, as were some discarded articles of clothing, and through some kind of black magic, the medicine cabinet had been knocked open, some of the contents knocked on their side while others had relocated themselves to the sink. Key fumed silently, fighting back every single urge to scream, stuffing things back to their proper place before flipping the water and hastily jumping in.
This time, he did scream.
Ice cold. No one had informed him that the company was doing some quick work to their pipes that morning, which meant that for the next few hours, there wouldn’t be any hot water in the dorm. Well, that explained the mess of towels… and also why his body wash missing. There had been some hell to pay the last time he noticed his wash diminishing, but now that it was empty? Oooh, someone was going to die. If the freezing shower wasn’t bad enough, the Diva was forced to scrub himself down with standard bar soap. At least they’d been nice enough to leave his shampoo alo- never mind. Screaming again, he opened the shower curtain and pitched the empty bottle against the shut door.
The day didn’t get any better. Whoever had cooked last made a mess on the burner, but by the time Key had noticed, the kitchen smelt terrible, and whatever food had slipped from the container yesterday was effectively cooked to the burner. The other members were finally awaking, and Jonghyun had made the mistake of asking when the younger man had gotten his degree in the Culinary Arts of Charcoal. The vocalist instantly found a spatula smashing against his uneven nostrils. Instead of a filling meal, they were all forced to have cereal… leaving Key to do the dishes of course, as well as tending to the mess on the stove.
Dance practice gave him false hope by involving one of their older songs, to which they all knew the choreography like the back of their hand. But oh no, we couldn’t have that now could we? That would be cutting him a break. Taemin had been the bane of his existence this time, the dancer leaving his duffle bag full of clothes and water just far enough from the wall to get in the way. Of course, it was on Key’s side of the wall, and after only a minute in to dance practice, the Almighty hooked his ankle on the strap, effectively toppling over backwards and landing not so gracefully on his back, taking the bag with him. At least he wasn’t completely disregarded this time, the other members rushing to his aid.
Unfortunately, Onew wasn’t any less accident prone and somehow managed to fumble over the bag himself, landing directly on the other boy.
As soon as they were home, Key limped into his shared room and slammed the door behind him. Maybe if he just buried himself under the covers or hit his head a few more times, the misery he was in would wake him up from this nightmare. He’d get out of bed and find all of his bath supplies there, the kitchen would be clean, there’d be nothing on the stove, Jonghyun wouldn’t make-… well, yeah, he probably would. Key sighed, grabbing his pillow and clutching it to his chest. A soft knock came on the door; Key’s eyes narrowed. “Go away.” There was silence for a moment, but the knock came again. “Jonghyun I swear to God if you don’t leave me alone I’m-”
“Jonghyun? That’s insulting.”
Key blinked. That definitely wasn’t the vocalist’s voice, and who it belonged to wasn’t really someone he expected to come try to console him. “It’s open.” The handle rattled, and soon, the door opened. Minho stood in the doorway for a moment, as if he were unsure if he had the ‘okay’ to enter, or if Key had booby-trapped the room to keep out unwanted raptors. The slightly older rapper’s face sunk into his pillow, looking up at Minho with questioning eyes. It wasn’t that the two didn’t get along - far from it actually. It just seemed that, despite living with eachother for so long, there was always an air of awkwardness that settled between them. Finally feeling secure, Minho entered fully, shutting the door behind him.
“… How are you feeling?” Key’s nose wrinkled. That was a pretty stupid question, but it was better than dealing with the inevitable silence that would settle between them. The diva shrugged, eyes roaming over the taller boys frame as he settled himself on the bed beside him. It was at that point that Key noticed he was holding something. The cup in his hand was held out for Key to take, the dark color and sweet aroma marking it clearly as one of the tea’s they had in their cabinet.
“What do you think?” he accepted the cup, while Minho offered a sympathetic smile. “And Jonghyun-hyung isn’t helping by getting all up in my business.” Key glared at the cup. “He tried to get me some ice for my ankle and just ended up making a mess on the floor. Is that still there?” Minho nodded; Key sighed and pressed his lips to the rim of the cup. Hmm… he didn’t recognize this flavor, but it was delicious. Did someone sneak it into their grocery cart? If so it was that much money he’d be sucking from said member to go towards his bath supply.
“He’s just concerned,” Minho started, “hyung’s just… well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, fighting back the sudden urge to laugh, “he’s… got odd ways of showing it.” A small ‘tch’ slipped from between Key’s lips before he busied himself with more tea. “He’s awkward sometimes, and you wouldn’t even know there was something behind his ridiculous actions.” Key blinked. He wouldn’t really call Jonghyun awkward, and hadn’t the raptor-toothed singer flat out said Key was the best thing that had happened to him? “He tries to be subtle, and sometimes they just backfire… and he just ends up looking like an idiot and you both laugh it off.” Minho wasn’t looking at Key anymore, but Key found himself unable to look at anything but Minho. The cup slowly lowered from his lips. “Little touches, little smiles, small actions and weird jokes… he’s just trying to get you to notice him you know?” They weren’t talking about Jonghyun anymore, were they? “Because he doesn’t want that weird air of unfamiliarity that always falls between the two of you.” Key found his body scooting closer, fascinated by the way Minho’s lips moved; intrigued by the oh so faint dusting of pink that was falling on his cheeks. The other boys eyes caught his for the briefest second, causing that lovely color to darken. “… he cares about you.”
“He should just tell me then.”
“Maybe he’s scared of making things worse,” Minho rubbed the back of his neck again, other hand fidgeting with the fabric of his jeans. “and all of his hard work would be for nothing.”
Key was so close he was practically sitting in Minho’s lap. “It wouldn’t,” Minho finally looked at him. “It might be for the better actually. If he wants to be close with me… he should be open with me.” He smiled - the first time since he woke up that morning. The taller boy blinked, and his fingers twitched, wanting to move, wanting to do something but were restrained by sheer willpower. “I’d love it.”
“Really.” The taller rapper pursed his lips, looking away to the far wall, then putting his attention back on Key before nodding. “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”
“Minho.”
“Ne.”
Key paused, eyes focused on the other boys large ones before the smile widened enough to show teeth. “I feel better.”
The smile was returned, and those anxious fingers finally lifted to brush a nonexistent hair from Key’s face. “I’m glad.”