alarm phase - honew - oneshot
Title: Alarm Phase
Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Onew/Minho (SHINee)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 523-ish.
Summary: Minho is frightened. He'd run if he weren't about five thousand feet in the air.
Minho is horribly, cripplingly scared of falling; it's only natural that his first reaction is alarm.
"You can't solve the problems of the world this way!"
He scoffs silently, wishing for a split second that the door to the bathroom swung outward so he could open it, hit Onew in his face, and close it all in the space of three seconds or less. Right now he's perfectly grounded and perched on the edge of the sink with his legs pulled to his chest and the light switches digging uncomfortably into the space between his shoulder blades in what even he realizes is some half-baked act of teenage defiance. It's nothing short of foolish to think this has anything to do with something as big as the world.
"It won't work, you know," Onew continues, softer this time.
But I can try, Minho thinks and he pulls the sleeves of his sweatshirt down over his hands. It's hard to tell himself that he's not being selfish and that this isn't about him being just a little bit terrified when he knows otherwise. But he'll sit here all night if he has to, until Taemin starts trying to reason with him or Jonghyun and Key decide on a joint effort to forcibly drag him out. The only thing is he knows that for as long as he holes himself up in their bathroom Onew will sit just outside the door singing old trot songs under his breath and waiting in that inhumanly patient way of his. This knowledge doesn't stop him from wishing and hoping and pleading, Just let me win, just this once, however.
But he doesn't win, can't win and he's not entirely sure he can blame it all on Onew. After thirty minutes he slips down off the sink and opens the door tentatively in case Onew is leaning against it, but he's not. In fact, he's standing right in front of Minho, startlingly, heart-failure-inducingly close. It's like being ejected out of a plane with no parachute to speak of.
"I really had to go to the bathroom," Onew says sheepishly, arm raised mid-knock. Minho doesn't laugh or smile, just leaves his hand on the door knob in the event that he decides to take back his forfeit. He waits and waits and waits, the stretch of silence enough to count heartbeats and breaths and wishes repeated as fervently as prayers. Onew's smile finally slips a little.
"I… I can't take it back, but-"
"Don't," Minho interrupts, and it comes out a little too panicked and a little too loud, so he adds, "I don't want you to." And he ducks his head a bit, heat creeping into his face and ears. In his peripheral vision he sees Onew rest his head against the door frame.
"You're really stubborn sometimes."
And Minho wants to say, Yeah. Amazingly, stupidly so, actually, but he doesn't trust his voice, not now at least. He reaches for Onew, arms just shy of trembling, fingers cautious and desperate all at once, plunging heart first. The other hugs him back, squeezing just a little bit like he knows and being scared isn't all that stupid.
So maybe he's frightened, terrified of falling, but the arms around him promise as much safety as he can hope for.
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i feel exceedingly nervous about this. :X any and all pointers would be hugely appreciated.
Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Onew/Minho (SHINee)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 523-ish.
Summary: Minho is frightened. He'd run if he weren't about five thousand feet in the air.
Minho is horribly, cripplingly scared of falling; it's only natural that his first reaction is alarm.
"You can't solve the problems of the world this way!"
He scoffs silently, wishing for a split second that the door to the bathroom swung outward so he could open it, hit Onew in his face, and close it all in the space of three seconds or less. Right now he's perfectly grounded and perched on the edge of the sink with his legs pulled to his chest and the light switches digging uncomfortably into the space between his shoulder blades in what even he realizes is some half-baked act of teenage defiance. It's nothing short of foolish to think this has anything to do with something as big as the world.
"It won't work, you know," Onew continues, softer this time.
But I can try, Minho thinks and he pulls the sleeves of his sweatshirt down over his hands. It's hard to tell himself that he's not being selfish and that this isn't about him being just a little bit terrified when he knows otherwise. But he'll sit here all night if he has to, until Taemin starts trying to reason with him or Jonghyun and Key decide on a joint effort to forcibly drag him out. The only thing is he knows that for as long as he holes himself up in their bathroom Onew will sit just outside the door singing old trot songs under his breath and waiting in that inhumanly patient way of his. This knowledge doesn't stop him from wishing and hoping and pleading, Just let me win, just this once, however.
But he doesn't win, can't win and he's not entirely sure he can blame it all on Onew. After thirty minutes he slips down off the sink and opens the door tentatively in case Onew is leaning against it, but he's not. In fact, he's standing right in front of Minho, startlingly, heart-failure-inducingly close. It's like being ejected out of a plane with no parachute to speak of.
"I really had to go to the bathroom," Onew says sheepishly, arm raised mid-knock. Minho doesn't laugh or smile, just leaves his hand on the door knob in the event that he decides to take back his forfeit. He waits and waits and waits, the stretch of silence enough to count heartbeats and breaths and wishes repeated as fervently as prayers. Onew's smile finally slips a little.
"I… I can't take it back, but-"
"Don't," Minho interrupts, and it comes out a little too panicked and a little too loud, so he adds, "I don't want you to." And he ducks his head a bit, heat creeping into his face and ears. In his peripheral vision he sees Onew rest his head against the door frame.
"You're really stubborn sometimes."
And Minho wants to say, Yeah. Amazingly, stupidly so, actually, but he doesn't trust his voice, not now at least. He reaches for Onew, arms just shy of trembling, fingers cautious and desperate all at once, plunging heart first. The other hugs him back, squeezing just a little bit like he knows and being scared isn't all that stupid.
So maybe he's frightened, terrified of falling, but the arms around him promise as much safety as he can hope for.
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i feel exceedingly nervous about this. :X any and all pointers would be hugely appreciated.