Bite Me, Oppa
Author: kpopforlife
Word Count: 500ish
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Focus: Jongtae
Warnings: Unbetaed cuz... drabble...
Summary: Just a little somethin somethin after Jonghyun outted himself on twitter for being the biggest Taemint ever...
Jonghyun was being a dick. This wasn’t really news because… well Jonghyun was usually a dick. Today however, it was really getting under Taemin’s skin. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that he woke up too late and missed his morning coffee in favor of getting to his schedule on time. Whatever the reason, Jonghyun was really driving him crazy today.
The elder was just being his usual self, a little too touchy, a little too loud and a whole lot of a complete jackass. His joking little jabs about Taemin’s new hair were just enough to send the younger over the edge, leaving him fuming on the couch. Jonghyun laughed it off like he always did, ruffling Taemin’s hair like he was still a child as the elder sauntered off towards the bathroom.
Taemin could feel the metaphorical steam pouring from his ears, just shy of chasing the singer down the hallways and pummeling his tiny ass into the carpet when he saw it… Jonghyun’s phone sitting so innocently on the coffee table. A deliciously evil idea popped into his head. He shouldn’t… he really shouldn’t… but he was so going to anyway. Jonghyun deserved it. What was a little twitter shame anyway? Lord knows Jonghyun brought it upon himself more often than not.
Taemin swiped the phone and typed in the password- Jonghyun was so easy, always using his own birthday as if no one could figure that out. Today was not the day to chastise him about it though. Today it was Taemin’s saving grace. Taemin worked quickly, knowing Jonghyun would be back any minute to catch him. He typed his own name into the search bar, loaded picture after picture, most from their most recent concert. He picked the first one he liked, uploading it to Jonghyun’s twitter with his own clever caption before throwing the phone back down.
He sat himself back in his spot on the couch, trying to train his face to be as blank as possible. Only moments later Jonghyun was ambled back into the room, stealing the tv remote from the spot next to Taemin and flopping lazily on the couch.
“Asshole,” Taemin muttered, glaring as he got up off the couch.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Tae,” Jonghyun snickered.
Taemin rolled his eyes, pretty sure Jonghyun didn’t even know what that phrase meant. He fought back a secret smile when he saw the little light on Jonghyun’s phone start going off over and over again. The fans must be having so much fun with this one. Taemin slipped out of the room, going to hole himself up in his bedroom to wait.
It didn’t take long for the knock on his door before Jonghyun popped his head in, “Heyfairy prince, hyung is here with dinner,” Jonghuyn said, rather than being angry or annoyed, he was smirking like he had just won this little game they were playing. Taemin waiting until Jonghyun left before grabbed his computer, pulling up Jonghyun’s twitter page to see a picture of himself, a different picture…
“Dracula Oppa?!” He yelled, hearing Jonghyun break out into a fit of laughter from the other room. That asshole always found a way to turn the tables and Taemin did not appreciate it. Or maybe he did. He had always liked being called “oppa” after all…
short and simple and surprisingly not smutty ^^
*siiiiiiiiigh* Jonghyun why are you like this?
Word Count: 500ish
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Focus: Jongtae
Warnings: Unbetaed cuz... drabble...
Summary: Just a little somethin somethin after Jonghyun outted himself on twitter for being the biggest Taemint ever...
Jonghyun was being a dick. This wasn’t really news because… well Jonghyun was usually a dick. Today however, it was really getting under Taemin’s skin. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that he woke up too late and missed his morning coffee in favor of getting to his schedule on time. Whatever the reason, Jonghyun was really driving him crazy today.
The elder was just being his usual self, a little too touchy, a little too loud and a whole lot of a complete jackass. His joking little jabs about Taemin’s new hair were just enough to send the younger over the edge, leaving him fuming on the couch. Jonghyun laughed it off like he always did, ruffling Taemin’s hair like he was still a child as the elder sauntered off towards the bathroom.
Taemin could feel the metaphorical steam pouring from his ears, just shy of chasing the singer down the hallways and pummeling his tiny ass into the carpet when he saw it… Jonghyun’s phone sitting so innocently on the coffee table. A deliciously evil idea popped into his head. He shouldn’t… he really shouldn’t… but he was so going to anyway. Jonghyun deserved it. What was a little twitter shame anyway? Lord knows Jonghyun brought it upon himself more often than not.
Taemin swiped the phone and typed in the password- Jonghyun was so easy, always using his own birthday as if no one could figure that out. Today was not the day to chastise him about it though. Today it was Taemin’s saving grace. Taemin worked quickly, knowing Jonghyun would be back any minute to catch him. He typed his own name into the search bar, loaded picture after picture, most from their most recent concert. He picked the first one he liked, uploading it to Jonghyun’s twitter with his own clever caption before throwing the phone back down.
He sat himself back in his spot on the couch, trying to train his face to be as blank as possible. Only moments later Jonghyun was ambled back into the room, stealing the tv remote from the spot next to Taemin and flopping lazily on the couch.
“Asshole,” Taemin muttered, glaring as he got up off the couch.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Tae,” Jonghyun snickered.
Taemin rolled his eyes, pretty sure Jonghyun didn’t even know what that phrase meant. He fought back a secret smile when he saw the little light on Jonghyun’s phone start going off over and over again. The fans must be having so much fun with this one. Taemin slipped out of the room, going to hole himself up in his bedroom to wait.
It didn’t take long for the knock on his door before Jonghyun popped his head in, “Heyfairy prince, hyung is here with dinner,” Jonghuyn said, rather than being angry or annoyed, he was smirking like he had just won this little game they were playing. Taemin waiting until Jonghyun left before grabbed his computer, pulling up Jonghyun’s twitter page to see a picture of himself, a different picture…
“Dracula Oppa?!” He yelled, hearing Jonghyun break out into a fit of laughter from the other room. That asshole always found a way to turn the tables and Taemin did not appreciate it. Or maybe he did. He had always liked being called “oppa” after all…
short and simple and surprisingly not smutty ^^
*siiiiiiiiigh* Jonghyun why are you like this?