Simply Complicated [2min]
Title: Simply complicated
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Pairing: Taemin/Minho, light Onew/Key/Jonghyun
Disclaimer: SHINee's not mine!
Pairing: Taemin can't seem to find the right words for his dispised homework.
** Note: I wrote this quickly because I suddenly felt the urge to write 2min and I really had enough of thinking about my homeworks!! Sorry for the mistakes and randomness, it was just a way to relax and I decided to share it XD Hope you enjoy!
"I hate homeworks," Taemin declared, slamming a book on the table.
Everyone stared at him, it's not everyday they could see an unhappy Taemin actually showing signs of anger. Key got up from the couch, walking to Taemin's side. He carefully studied the 15 years old who was frowning deeply, glaring at the book that had just been thrown onto the dinning table.
"What's wrong Taeminie?" Kibum asked, massaging Taemin's back in a futile attempt to calm the magnae down.
"I'm going to burn this stupid book!" He yelled and snatched Key's hand away from him. "What's the big deal with poems on Valentine's day anyway? I'm not a poet!"
"Taemin, calm down!" Key put his hands on his hips. "And stop screaming!"
"Don't scold me! It's not because you can write lyrics and poems that I can do the same!" His voice had never been so loud, not even during their performances. "If you don't want to help me, then just go back to your damn movie and get lost!"
Kibum stayed silent. Jonghyun and Onew blinked from the couch, not believing what Taemin had just said. There was a silence in which Key's eyes widened, then narrowed. He glared at Taemin before saying anything, giving enough time for Onew to get up and walk to them.
He stood between the two of them. He was the leader of the group, these situations were supposed to be his to handle. Though he really didn't know what to do. Jonghyun and Minho fought quite often, but it was always Key that managed to calm them down. When the Umma was the one fighting, Onew was alone and clueless at what to do.
He pouted, trying to break their glaring battle. Then he tugged at Kibum's T-shirt who jumped and turned his head to glare at his hyung instead of his dongsaeng.
"Key," He whispered and gestured to go back in the living room with a quick tilt of his head. Key frowned at Taemin one last time before going back to sit beside Jonghyun on the couch.
"Are you okay?" Jonghyun asked quietly only to be ignored by Key who took control of the remote and aimlessly changed the channels at a fast rate.
"Hmm...Taemin you should go in your room...And try to be respectful to your Hyungs in the future, alright?" Onew said in his best leader-like voice.
Taemin stepped forward, being careful to bump into Onew's shoulder on his way to his room. They all heard the door shutting loudly and ruffles coming from inside room. The oldest sighed and turned to sit back beside Key who was now sulking while hugging a pillow.
"It's okay Kibum," Onew said as he stroke the younger man's arm in a clumsy gesture to comfort him. "It's normal for teenagers to be moody,"
Key looked away, ignoring his hyung to focus on the show playing on TV. He grabbed the remote control quite violently from Junghyun's hands (who had succeded at snatching it away while he wasn't looking,) and went back to the romantic movie they were watching before Taemin had interrupted them.
After a while, Onew finally felt Key relax next to him, noticing how his head had laid back down on the leader's shoulder and how his hand had found Jonghyun's, possibly trying to search for some kind of comfort from both of his hyungs.
As they were all about to fall into a deep slumber, Minho stepped out of his room. He walked to the living room and watched the leap of bodies move about slightly, trying to get their heads up so they can see Minho standing in front of them.
"Hi Minho," Onew said as he rubbed his eyes to get the sleepiness away from them.
"Where is Taemin?" Minho asked, his eyes obviously searching for the magnae.
Key sank in his seat as he remembered how Taemin had reacted earlier. Jonghyun, who had his head on Key's shoulder now, whispered something that seemed to brighten up his best friend lightly, but not enough to remove the sorry expression on Kibum's face.
Onew bit his lips, because he really didn't want to handle a fight between the two youngest members if he told Minho where Taemin was. The tallest boy looked down at them, calm and serious, somehow silently urging his hyungs to answer his question. Onew unwrapped his left arm from around Key's waist (His right hand busy nervously playing with one of his necklace) and pointed at Taemin's room.
Minho nodded and walked to the room Onew was showing. The three boys lifted their heads to look at him knock onto the door. It opened slightly, Taemin seemed to consider Minho before letting him in and closing the door quickly afterward.
"I hope it'll be alright," Onew whispered, his left hand fell down on his laps uselessly and he sneaked it around Kibum's waist again. Key nodded, snuggled onto Onew's side and tightened his hold on Jonghyun's hand.
~~~
Minho entered the dark room, lighten up only by the small yellow lamp on Taemin's desktop. Minho had heard the small quarrel between the Umma and his son. He wondered what had got into Taemin's head to talk to his hyung the way he did; it wasn't like him. But Minho refused to go and get into the fight as well. So he waited. He waited until he was sure Taemin would be calmer. Which was, if his calculus were right, about now.
He pressed on a switch to turn the light up, surprising Taemin who was already back to his papers on the desk.
"You're going to kill your eyes," He warned and walked into what seemed an ocean of torn, crumpled paper. "What are you doing?"
He bent down and tried to read over his younger friend's shoulder. Taemin posed his pencil with an annoyed sigh.
"A stupid poem,"
Minho blinked and looked at the paper on the desk.
You are so beautiful
Then there were scribbled words Minho couldn't decode. The taller boy smirked at his dongsaeng's clumsy attempt to make nice sentences or find meaningful word. He looked quite cute, flustering over simple words like that.
"Don't laugh!" Taemin snapped, taking Minho's smirk as an insult. "I don't want to do this, okay?"
Minho stayed silent and went to sit on the edge of Taemin's bed, thinking that taking distance was the smartest thing to do at that moment. "Want some help?" He asked warmly.
"Yes," Taemin pouted and Minho stared at his cute angry features, watching as he tore another page of his messy notebook to throw it carelessly on the floor.
"Kibum-hyung won't be happy when he'll see your room."
"So what?" Taemin answered uncharacteristically dryly.
Minho sighed and stared at Taemin's side profile for a while before smiling lightly. "What do you have to write?"
"A poem," The youngest turned around swiftly. "Well only a verse,"
"About what?"
"Love, flowers, happiness- whatever. As long as it is corny enough for Valentine's Day,"
Minho stared emotionlessly. "Just take lyrics," He said as if it was obvious.
"No, we have to come out with something original," Taemin sighed and lied his head onto the blank sheet of paper still on the desk.
"Then think about someone you love or someone you loved while writing," Minho advised wisely.
Taemin blushed, suddenly happy with the fact that his head was resting on the desk, hiding his red cheeks. The only reason he let Minho in was because he could bring him some kind of inspiration. The tall boy being the only person Taemin was thinking about when he had to write about love.
"Why only a verse?" Minho broke the short silence to cover up his own nervousness, because he noticed how Taemin's body tensed up when he talked about loved ones. He briefly wondered if his innocent dongsaeng really had someone in mind. That thought scared him slightly and he was more than happy when Taemin spoke up.
"Ev-Everyone in the class have to write a verse and we'll gather them up together to make a poem," He explained. "A stupid idea," He added under his breath, forgetting about his previous embarrassment.
"It seems quite a good idea to me,"
"No, no it's not!! I'm not good with words and poems. I dance, I don't write!" Taemin complained as he got up and plopped himself right beside Minho on the bed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
Minho watched him pout in what seemed like an effort at looking somehow angry despite his angelic face. Probably noticing that his face wasn't used to anger of any sort, Taemin burried his face in his hands, searching for an answer to the problem in his palms. Minho just looked as Taemin was agonizing over his small homework.
"Why do poems have to be so complicated?" Taemin complained with a tired voice, finally detaching his hands from his head. "Can't they just say something like hmm- Well something like-"
"I love you,"
"Yes! That's it!" Taemin nodded furiously. "Can't they just say it clear and simple? Lovers are too complicated sometimes...Really! Why do they have to say so much words when only a few can summarize it all! And referring to books isn't as personal! What do you think Minho?"
The taller boy's stare appeared to be reading right through Taemin. The latter raised an eyebrow when Minho didn't answer. He wanted to speak up again, but forgot all he was about to say when he felt lips over his.
...,
He blinked and Minho's closed eyes became clear inches away from him. His mind was slowly processing what was going on. His body didn't want to move, afraid that it would stop the pleasant shivers Minho's light touch was setting through his body.
Then suddenly, Minho groaned, not feeling the other's response. He pulled back, regreting what he had done to his poor, confused dongsaeng. A faint red color appeared on his pale face.
Taemin watched his hyung's atypical awkward behavior.
"Clear enough?" Minho said and looked away gulping down the excess of saliva that had suddenly attacked his mouth.
Taemin smiled shyly and briefly thought about kissing his hyung to point out that his unvoiced feelings werent being ignored. Instead of doing so, he got up and walked to his desk, his feet bumping into the many papers still laying on the ground.
He picked up the pencil down on his sheets and started moving its lead against the lined paper.
"I love you,"
----
{ "Lee Taemin-sshi, what is that?" The teacher raged.
Taemin looked up from his books and saw the woman right before his eyes, the sheet he had just handed in crushed by her small fist. He grinned childishly. All the other students were eager to hear what he was going to say, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"That," Taemin started, gently taking the sheet from his teacher's hand. He straightened it as much has he could until it was almost seamless. "is my response," }
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Hope you enjoyed!!
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Pairing: Taemin/Minho, light Onew/Key/Jonghyun
Disclaimer: SHINee's not mine!
Pairing: Taemin can't seem to find the right words for his dispised homework.
** Note: I wrote this quickly because I suddenly felt the urge to write 2min and I really had enough of thinking about my homeworks!! Sorry for the mistakes and randomness, it was just a way to relax and I decided to share it XD Hope you enjoy!
"I hate homeworks," Taemin declared, slamming a book on the table.
Everyone stared at him, it's not everyday they could see an unhappy Taemin actually showing signs of anger. Key got up from the couch, walking to Taemin's side. He carefully studied the 15 years old who was frowning deeply, glaring at the book that had just been thrown onto the dinning table.
"What's wrong Taeminie?" Kibum asked, massaging Taemin's back in a futile attempt to calm the magnae down.
"I'm going to burn this stupid book!" He yelled and snatched Key's hand away from him. "What's the big deal with poems on Valentine's day anyway? I'm not a poet!"
"Taemin, calm down!" Key put his hands on his hips. "And stop screaming!"
"Don't scold me! It's not because you can write lyrics and poems that I can do the same!" His voice had never been so loud, not even during their performances. "If you don't want to help me, then just go back to your damn movie and get lost!"
Kibum stayed silent. Jonghyun and Onew blinked from the couch, not believing what Taemin had just said. There was a silence in which Key's eyes widened, then narrowed. He glared at Taemin before saying anything, giving enough time for Onew to get up and walk to them.
He stood between the two of them. He was the leader of the group, these situations were supposed to be his to handle. Though he really didn't know what to do. Jonghyun and Minho fought quite often, but it was always Key that managed to calm them down. When the Umma was the one fighting, Onew was alone and clueless at what to do.
He pouted, trying to break their glaring battle. Then he tugged at Kibum's T-shirt who jumped and turned his head to glare at his hyung instead of his dongsaeng.
"Key," He whispered and gestured to go back in the living room with a quick tilt of his head. Key frowned at Taemin one last time before going back to sit beside Jonghyun on the couch.
"Are you okay?" Jonghyun asked quietly only to be ignored by Key who took control of the remote and aimlessly changed the channels at a fast rate.
"Hmm...Taemin you should go in your room...And try to be respectful to your Hyungs in the future, alright?" Onew said in his best leader-like voice.
Taemin stepped forward, being careful to bump into Onew's shoulder on his way to his room. They all heard the door shutting loudly and ruffles coming from inside room. The oldest sighed and turned to sit back beside Key who was now sulking while hugging a pillow.
"It's okay Kibum," Onew said as he stroke the younger man's arm in a clumsy gesture to comfort him. "It's normal for teenagers to be moody,"
Key looked away, ignoring his hyung to focus on the show playing on TV. He grabbed the remote control quite violently from Junghyun's hands (who had succeded at snatching it away while he wasn't looking,) and went back to the romantic movie they were watching before Taemin had interrupted them.
After a while, Onew finally felt Key relax next to him, noticing how his head had laid back down on the leader's shoulder and how his hand had found Jonghyun's, possibly trying to search for some kind of comfort from both of his hyungs.
As they were all about to fall into a deep slumber, Minho stepped out of his room. He walked to the living room and watched the leap of bodies move about slightly, trying to get their heads up so they can see Minho standing in front of them.
"Hi Minho," Onew said as he rubbed his eyes to get the sleepiness away from them.
"Where is Taemin?" Minho asked, his eyes obviously searching for the magnae.
Key sank in his seat as he remembered how Taemin had reacted earlier. Jonghyun, who had his head on Key's shoulder now, whispered something that seemed to brighten up his best friend lightly, but not enough to remove the sorry expression on Kibum's face.
Onew bit his lips, because he really didn't want to handle a fight between the two youngest members if he told Minho where Taemin was. The tallest boy looked down at them, calm and serious, somehow silently urging his hyungs to answer his question. Onew unwrapped his left arm from around Key's waist (His right hand busy nervously playing with one of his necklace) and pointed at Taemin's room.
Minho nodded and walked to the room Onew was showing. The three boys lifted their heads to look at him knock onto the door. It opened slightly, Taemin seemed to consider Minho before letting him in and closing the door quickly afterward.
"I hope it'll be alright," Onew whispered, his left hand fell down on his laps uselessly and he sneaked it around Kibum's waist again. Key nodded, snuggled onto Onew's side and tightened his hold on Jonghyun's hand.
~~~
Minho entered the dark room, lighten up only by the small yellow lamp on Taemin's desktop. Minho had heard the small quarrel between the Umma and his son. He wondered what had got into Taemin's head to talk to his hyung the way he did; it wasn't like him. But Minho refused to go and get into the fight as well. So he waited. He waited until he was sure Taemin would be calmer. Which was, if his calculus were right, about now.
He pressed on a switch to turn the light up, surprising Taemin who was already back to his papers on the desk.
"You're going to kill your eyes," He warned and walked into what seemed an ocean of torn, crumpled paper. "What are you doing?"
He bent down and tried to read over his younger friend's shoulder. Taemin posed his pencil with an annoyed sigh.
"A stupid poem,"
Minho blinked and looked at the paper on the desk.
You are so beautiful
Then there were scribbled words Minho couldn't decode. The taller boy smirked at his dongsaeng's clumsy attempt to make nice sentences or find meaningful word. He looked quite cute, flustering over simple words like that.
"Don't laugh!" Taemin snapped, taking Minho's smirk as an insult. "I don't want to do this, okay?"
Minho stayed silent and went to sit on the edge of Taemin's bed, thinking that taking distance was the smartest thing to do at that moment. "Want some help?" He asked warmly.
"Yes," Taemin pouted and Minho stared at his cute angry features, watching as he tore another page of his messy notebook to throw it carelessly on the floor.
"Kibum-hyung won't be happy when he'll see your room."
"So what?" Taemin answered uncharacteristically dryly.
Minho sighed and stared at Taemin's side profile for a while before smiling lightly. "What do you have to write?"
"A poem," The youngest turned around swiftly. "Well only a verse,"
"About what?"
"Love, flowers, happiness- whatever. As long as it is corny enough for Valentine's Day,"
Minho stared emotionlessly. "Just take lyrics," He said as if it was obvious.
"No, we have to come out with something original," Taemin sighed and lied his head onto the blank sheet of paper still on the desk.
"Then think about someone you love or someone you loved while writing," Minho advised wisely.
Taemin blushed, suddenly happy with the fact that his head was resting on the desk, hiding his red cheeks. The only reason he let Minho in was because he could bring him some kind of inspiration. The tall boy being the only person Taemin was thinking about when he had to write about love.
"Why only a verse?" Minho broke the short silence to cover up his own nervousness, because he noticed how Taemin's body tensed up when he talked about loved ones. He briefly wondered if his innocent dongsaeng really had someone in mind. That thought scared him slightly and he was more than happy when Taemin spoke up.
"Ev-Everyone in the class have to write a verse and we'll gather them up together to make a poem," He explained. "A stupid idea," He added under his breath, forgetting about his previous embarrassment.
"It seems quite a good idea to me,"
"No, no it's not!! I'm not good with words and poems. I dance, I don't write!" Taemin complained as he got up and plopped himself right beside Minho on the bed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
Minho watched him pout in what seemed like an effort at looking somehow angry despite his angelic face. Probably noticing that his face wasn't used to anger of any sort, Taemin burried his face in his hands, searching for an answer to the problem in his palms. Minho just looked as Taemin was agonizing over his small homework.
"Why do poems have to be so complicated?" Taemin complained with a tired voice, finally detaching his hands from his head. "Can't they just say something like hmm- Well something like-"
"I love you,"
"Yes! That's it!" Taemin nodded furiously. "Can't they just say it clear and simple? Lovers are too complicated sometimes...Really! Why do they have to say so much words when only a few can summarize it all! And referring to books isn't as personal! What do you think Minho?"
The taller boy's stare appeared to be reading right through Taemin. The latter raised an eyebrow when Minho didn't answer. He wanted to speak up again, but forgot all he was about to say when he felt lips over his.
...,
He blinked and Minho's closed eyes became clear inches away from him. His mind was slowly processing what was going on. His body didn't want to move, afraid that it would stop the pleasant shivers Minho's light touch was setting through his body.
Then suddenly, Minho groaned, not feeling the other's response. He pulled back, regreting what he had done to his poor, confused dongsaeng. A faint red color appeared on his pale face.
Taemin watched his hyung's atypical awkward behavior.
"Clear enough?" Minho said and looked away gulping down the excess of saliva that had suddenly attacked his mouth.
Taemin smiled shyly and briefly thought about kissing his hyung to point out that his unvoiced feelings werent being ignored. Instead of doing so, he got up and walked to his desk, his feet bumping into the many papers still laying on the ground.
He picked up the pencil down on his sheets and started moving its lead against the lined paper.
"I love you,"
----
{ "Lee Taemin-sshi, what is that?" The teacher raged.
Taemin looked up from his books and saw the woman right before his eyes, the sheet he had just handed in crushed by her small fist. He grinned childishly. All the other students were eager to hear what he was going to say, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"That," Taemin started, gently taking the sheet from his teacher's hand. He straightened it as much has he could until it was almost seamless. "is my response," }
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Hope you enjoyed!!