inbox #11
inbox #11
1. super junior/shinee, kyuhyun/jonghyun or jonghyun/minho, hosting a radio show together, any rating
2. shinee, minho/key, falling in love the 5,375th time you look at someone, any rating
3. shinee, jonghyun/minho, minho the unfriendly ghost, any rating
4. shinee/iu, jonghyun/iu, sweeping her off her feet, any rating
5. exo/shinee, ( Read more... )
1. super junior/shinee, kyuhyun/jonghyun or jonghyun/minho, hosting a radio show together, any rating
2. shinee, minho/key, falling in love the 5,375th time you look at someone, any rating
3. shinee, jonghyun/minho, minho the unfriendly ghost, any rating
4. shinee/iu, jonghyun/iu, sweeping her off her feet, any rating
5. exo/shinee, ( Read more... )
note: takes place during minho's drama filming and key's musical.
Jonghyun is already sitting through commercials, curled up with his phone nested in his lap, when Kibum wanders into the kitchen. He pours himself a cup of water with what’s left in the boiler, already lukewarm, then sidles into the living room. There’s a leg’s length of space left on the couch. Kibum settles in next to him, tunnelling a foot under Jonghyun’s legs for warmth.
For the most part, Minho’s parts alternate between rattling off tongue-twisting medical terms and close-ups of his face, long lashes and big brown fawn eyes: the money shot, Kibum thinks, then pulls out his phone. Kim Sungwoo, you don’t look too ugly today?
It takes Minho nearly the rest of the show to reply. Thanks, he says - no pretence, all sincerity. Kibum snorts, thumbs the screen when it fades. He erases his first attempt at a reply, settles on: what are you doing?
On break from filming, rehearsing now is Minho’s reply, followed by a picture of him in the ER. It’s one of Minho’s more sterile pictures - just him in his scrubs, hovering on the edge of the frame, a few staff standing around in thick puffy jackets behind him. The shapeless blue clothes don’t do him any favours, but his smile’s always the same: wide and beguilingly simple.
He looks at home: fatigued but unflaggingly cheerful. Content. His collar of his shirt is slightly askew, the kind of thing Kibum would normally reach out and fix. Kibum closes the picture after a long minute, types brusquely: don’t come back so late today, you woke me up last time.
Okay, Minho replies, amicably. A pause, and then a quick sorry, like he knew Kibum didn’t want him to apologise. The next two texts come in one after another, crowding out the apology: I have to go, see you later.
Next to him, Jonghyun laughs abruptly, still watching. Bye, Kibum types, then drops his phone to tap Jonghyun on the shoulder repeatedly, demanding, “Wait, I missed it, what happened-”
Jonghyun flips through channels half-heartedly after the episode is over, then turns off the TV. He smells faintly of hanyak when he leans over, tossing the remote onto the table and leaning back to face Kibum, cheek pillowed against the couch. “Need to go over lines?” Jonghyun says.
Kibum looks down at Jonghyun, contemplating for a moment. Jonghyun probably wasn’t sleeping anytime soon, but his voice sounded hoarse. “No,” he says, finally. “I’m fine, go home.”
He watches Jonghyun gather his things - phone, keys, wallet. “Jacket,” Kibum reminds him, out of habit, and Jonghyun grins sheepishly as he snags it, waves with two fingers. The auto-lock clicks as the door closes, and the house settles into silence.
He picks his phone back up, unlocks it. His conversation with Minho’s still open, and on impulse he opens up the photo again, taps save.
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He doesn’t see Minho until early afternoon the next day, when he comes out of his room looking like he’s been recently exhumed. So that’s still the same, he thinks. “You’re up early,” he remarks, as Minho sits down. Minho turns around, squinting at the microwave to read the time. “It’s 1,” he adds, helpfully, when Minho doesn’t turn back around.
“Oh.” Minho frowns a little, still groggy. He combs his fingers through his hair. “Is it time?” he asks, then tries to clarify: “For-your?”
Kibum takes pity on him. “Yeah, soon. Friday matinee.” He pushes his glasses up, sliding his iPad onto the table to look at Minho properly. He looks like he could sleep for days still, his shirt and sweats equally worn. His gaze slides down to the ridge of his Adam’s apple, then away. It feels like his throat’s closed up when he speaks. “You want coffee?”
“That’s okay.” Minho seems on the verge of falling into a stupor, watching dumbly as Kibum fiddles with the tag of his tea sachet. They both startle when Kibum’s phone goes off, the kitschy little jingle he’s set for the managers.
Minho gets up when he does. “Good luck,” he says, stifling a yawn, then bumps Kibum’s shoulder. “One for all and all for one, and all that, D’Artagnan.”
Kibum laughs despite himself, knocking his elbow against Minho’s. “Go back to sleep,” he says, and Minho throws him a salute, leaning against the door of his room as Kibum puts on his shoes. In the doorway, he turns back, hand on the door handle. “See you later?” he asks.
“You might have to wake me up,” Minho says, then tilts him a smile. “But yeah, I will.”
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it's so subtle! it's such a calming and soothing fic to read. I love that you squeezed in key and jonghyun's friendship, and I have to say it again I just love the mood of this fic. I have been wanting minkey with this prompt for months and I'm so glad I asked for it because you owned it.
He looks at home: fatigued but unflaggingly cheerful. Content. His collar of his shirt is slightly askew, the kind of thing Kibum would normally reach out and fix. Kibum closes the picture after a long minute, types brusquely: don’t come back so late today, you woke me up last time.
THAT'S IT THAT'S THE PROMPT THAT'S THEM AHHH thank you so much I love this thank you thank you thank you :(
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