lost + unlock + summer day
title: lost
type: oneshot (246 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: onkey
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: quick piece from a 15-minute challenge that i edited a little and reposted here just in case it is lost forever. beta'd by naegative ♥
"Kibum."
He froze up at the sound of his name. He knew that tone, that plaintive whining that only Jinki could pull off. It was the one he used when Jonghyun borrowed his favorite pillow, when Minho dragged him out of bed by limbs slack with sleep, when someone else took the last chicken wing.
"What is it, hyung?"
Kibum almost - almost - felt guilty for inducing the pathetic look on Jinki's face. But Jinki wasn't Taemin and so he wasn't going to cave just by that (although his stomach did do a funny flip).
"I lost it."
Kibum thought it was a splendid display of self-control when he managed to restrain himself from smacking Jinki on the arm, or even singing the long-abandoned Onew Sangtae melody (abandoned for the mere reason that they sang it so many times a day, even Jonghyun got sick of it).
"What did you lose?"
Jinki's lower lip trembled in a pout. No, hyung, stop doing that. It's not adorable on a 22-year-old, seriously.
"It was right here!"
Kibum breathed heavily through his nose - one, two, three, four, five counts - and regarded Jinki as patiently as he could.
"What was, hyung?"
Kibum almost-almost-missed the mischievous smile on Jinki's face. He never was any good at holding them back for very long. Jinki taps the area above his heart.
"My heart. I think you stole it."
This time, Kibum had no absolutely qualms about smacking Jinki.
title: unlock
type: oneshot (343 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: onkey
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: another one from a 15-minute challenge reposted here for safekeeping. beta'd by naegative ♥
Onew tries his hardest to please Key.
Onew's not ignorant: he knows he's captured the hearts of the fans who coo over his condition, cry over his solos, send him gifts in such abundance that sometimes he feels too embarrassed to accept them, yet equally too guilty to return them. He's captured the hearts of the sunbae, who beam proudly and treat him to chicken and alcohol and laugh when he gets a little too tipsy and they have to carry him back to the dormitory.
He's captured Jonghyun's heart; Jonghyun, who laughs and tugs him in for conspiracies against the other three, sharing secrets and songs and souls. He's captured Minho's heart; Minho, who smiles and helps him up when he stumbles, looking up to him with fondness and respect like the younger brother Onew's never had. He's captured Taemin's heart; Taemin, who gushes over his singing and insists on listening to all of his recordings, the four years between them dissolving with their laughter.
But Onew has never quite captured Key's heart.
Key, who only observes his antics. Key laughs, sometimes, but not always. Key doesn't coddle Onew, doesn't humor him-Key was the first to come up with the idea of an Onew Condition song, after all-only stares at him, the steady gaze of those feline eyes unnerving Onew even more than their manager's.
And Onew tries his hardest, he really does. Onew wonders what their secret is, those people that have captured Key's heart. Is it being born in the same year? Is it being able to prank and laugh and taunt right along with him? Is it not giving him the satisfaction of being ruffled by his teasing? Is it being incredibly adorable?
Onew voices this out once, when Key is off to prepare for his latest variety show and the four of them are waiting to cheer him on. And Onew doesn't understand why Jonghyun huffs incredulously, why Minho looks so exasperated, why Taemin can't stop laughing.
Someday, Onew will capture Key's heart. Someday, he will.
title: summer day
type: oneshot (231 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: 2min
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: first 15-minute challenge response! whee
One summer day, they fly away.
Not very far, just a couple of hours out of town. Minho drives-Taemin's not old enough to get a license yet (at least, by Key's standards), and the younger boy preoccupies himself with taking pictures of the scenery flashing by with Key's beloved Polaroid camera (a childish sort of revenge; but he was still a child anyway, in so many ways). The square scraps of paper litter the floor beneath the passenger seat: a blurred shot of a tree, a faded road sign, a pair of hands gripping the steering wheel.
The country house they find is oddly familiar (like that farmhouse they had their first photobook shoot in, only more like home). They run through the house, Taemin on Minho's back and the two of them spinning around the empty living room leaving a single pair of footprints on the dusty floor. Taemin throws the doors wide open and sunlight floods the rooms and their combined laughter follows.
The hours fly by far too quickly. It is late afternoon, then sunset. At dusk, Minho's hand taps Taemin gently on the shoulder.
The last rays of the sun disappear from the room. The only markers of their presence are the square scraps of paper that litter the footprint-marred floor: a room flooded with light, an old dining chair, a pair of hands clasped together.
type: oneshot (246 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: onkey
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: quick piece from a 15-minute challenge that i edited a little and reposted here just in case it is lost forever. beta'd by naegative ♥
"Kibum."
He froze up at the sound of his name. He knew that tone, that plaintive whining that only Jinki could pull off. It was the one he used when Jonghyun borrowed his favorite pillow, when Minho dragged him out of bed by limbs slack with sleep, when someone else took the last chicken wing.
"What is it, hyung?"
Kibum almost - almost - felt guilty for inducing the pathetic look on Jinki's face. But Jinki wasn't Taemin and so he wasn't going to cave just by that (although his stomach did do a funny flip).
"I lost it."
Kibum thought it was a splendid display of self-control when he managed to restrain himself from smacking Jinki on the arm, or even singing the long-abandoned Onew Sangtae melody (abandoned for the mere reason that they sang it so many times a day, even Jonghyun got sick of it).
"What did you lose?"
Jinki's lower lip trembled in a pout. No, hyung, stop doing that. It's not adorable on a 22-year-old, seriously.
"It was right here!"
Kibum breathed heavily through his nose - one, two, three, four, five counts - and regarded Jinki as patiently as he could.
"What was, hyung?"
Kibum almost-almost-missed the mischievous smile on Jinki's face. He never was any good at holding them back for very long. Jinki taps the area above his heart.
"My heart. I think you stole it."
This time, Kibum had no absolutely qualms about smacking Jinki.
title: unlock
type: oneshot (343 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: onkey
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: another one from a 15-minute challenge reposted here for safekeeping. beta'd by naegative ♥
Onew tries his hardest to please Key.
Onew's not ignorant: he knows he's captured the hearts of the fans who coo over his condition, cry over his solos, send him gifts in such abundance that sometimes he feels too embarrassed to accept them, yet equally too guilty to return them. He's captured the hearts of the sunbae, who beam proudly and treat him to chicken and alcohol and laugh when he gets a little too tipsy and they have to carry him back to the dormitory.
He's captured Jonghyun's heart; Jonghyun, who laughs and tugs him in for conspiracies against the other three, sharing secrets and songs and souls. He's captured Minho's heart; Minho, who smiles and helps him up when he stumbles, looking up to him with fondness and respect like the younger brother Onew's never had. He's captured Taemin's heart; Taemin, who gushes over his singing and insists on listening to all of his recordings, the four years between them dissolving with their laughter.
But Onew has never quite captured Key's heart.
Key, who only observes his antics. Key laughs, sometimes, but not always. Key doesn't coddle Onew, doesn't humor him-Key was the first to come up with the idea of an Onew Condition song, after all-only stares at him, the steady gaze of those feline eyes unnerving Onew even more than their manager's.
And Onew tries his hardest, he really does. Onew wonders what their secret is, those people that have captured Key's heart. Is it being born in the same year? Is it being able to prank and laugh and taunt right along with him? Is it not giving him the satisfaction of being ruffled by his teasing? Is it being incredibly adorable?
Onew voices this out once, when Key is off to prepare for his latest variety show and the four of them are waiting to cheer him on. And Onew doesn't understand why Jonghyun huffs incredulously, why Minho looks so exasperated, why Taemin can't stop laughing.
Someday, Onew will capture Key's heart. Someday, he will.
title: summer day
type: oneshot (231 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: 2min
rating/warnings: g
author's notes: first 15-minute challenge response! whee
One summer day, they fly away.
Not very far, just a couple of hours out of town. Minho drives-Taemin's not old enough to get a license yet (at least, by Key's standards), and the younger boy preoccupies himself with taking pictures of the scenery flashing by with Key's beloved Polaroid camera (a childish sort of revenge; but he was still a child anyway, in so many ways). The square scraps of paper litter the floor beneath the passenger seat: a blurred shot of a tree, a faded road sign, a pair of hands gripping the steering wheel.
The country house they find is oddly familiar (like that farmhouse they had their first photobook shoot in, only more like home). They run through the house, Taemin on Minho's back and the two of them spinning around the empty living room leaving a single pair of footprints on the dusty floor. Taemin throws the doors wide open and sunlight floods the rooms and their combined laughter follows.
The hours fly by far too quickly. It is late afternoon, then sunset. At dusk, Minho's hand taps Taemin gently on the shoulder.
The last rays of the sun disappear from the room. The only markers of their presence are the square scraps of paper that litter the footprint-marred floor: a room flooded with light, an old dining chair, a pair of hands clasped together.