[drabbles] onkey, jongtae, jongho
onkey, jongtae, jongho ;; bff-ry
a/n: all based on texts from last night. written in write or die/notepad. btw, this is what jonghyun was listening to.
warnings: mild reference to drugs/alcohol L O L.
jonghyun wakes up on the floor again for the third time that week.
he takes a deep breath, sighing and looking around the room the moment he comes to his senses even somewhat coherently. bottles and a few small baggies of his 'secret stash' are scattered around their feet. he blinks sleepily, looking over the mussed blankets at taemin, going over to shake their maknae awake from his cocoon.
"taeminnie, wake up. taemin."
taemin blinks his eyes open, rubbing them and immediately reaching for a bottle of (what he thought was) water, sipping and spitting it out over the sheets with a grimace when he realizes it's warm-and-probably-backwashed-beer. jonghyun meanwhile is popping some advil (and an allergy tablet, going to bed on a cloud of high and waking up was never pleasant) in lieu of a proper breakfast.
"wake up, taemin, we have a schedule later."
"hyung, i want to add jinki into our relationship." jonghyun spits out a mixture of gum, half-digested cold tablets, water, saliva, and morning breath onto taemin's face, making the younger shriek. "that was disgusting!"
"taemin, on a scale of 'impared judgement' to 'david hasselhoff', how wasted and hungover /are/ you?"
taemin thinks for a moment, grabbing a spare bag of chips from somewhere near jonghyun's boxers, ripping it open and starting to much. "toaster," he replies wisely.
jonghyun just laughs and crawls back into bed next to him. fuck the schedule, they could figure something out.
"i don't think this is the right way, hyung." minho slowly looks around the unfamiliar stretch of streets, looking down at his phone's chiming GPS in confusion. "there's no building resembling anything like a café nearby."
"but the site said it would be right here," jonghyun whines, turning down some random alleyway and ignoring several japanese characters. "and when has the internet ever lied?"
"well, there was that one time you clicked on a free shipping link and wound up billed 50,000 yen because you didn't read the fine print."
"yes, but-"
"and the time that you confused erotic with exotic."
"that was-"
"and the time-"
"minho?"
"yeah?"
"shut up," jonghyun snaps, sighing and sitting down on the ground, moving a few empty saké bottles and mumbling something about salarymen. "well, it's not all completely hopeless, hyung, i have secret ingredients."
"...dare i even ask?" minho quips, raising an eyebrow and sitting next to jonghyun, eyes opening wider as he tries to see into jonghyun's rather large purse manbag.
"we have peanut brittle, cookies, and vodka. i think we'll make it."
minho falls silent as jonghyun pulls shotglasses from another pocket and watches as the older male layers the cookies, peanutbrittle, and vodka in some foiled attempt to 'stay classy'.
they both wake up somewhere in harajuku with glitter and stickers all over them, missing a large chunk of the night previous. kibum loses it when they stumble back to the dorm, falling over in howls of laughter when he sees just how many sequins are stuck onto minho's nipples.
as it was with anything new, schedules were getting more and more chaotic for any of shinee to handle. they'd pulled a lot of crazy stunts that they all weren't used to (jinki had actually woken up in the bathtub a few times with taemin shaking him frantically and asking if he needed CPR, he was that tired), but they were fairly certain it was pulled off alright.
everything was going somewhat smoothly, until kibum went missing one night.
"has anyone seen kibum?" jinki asks one night, walking into the room with a half-eaten cup of cheap ramen. taemin looks up from his bag of chips, taking an earbud out and furrowing his brows in confusion.
"you mean he's not with you?"
"he was about ten minutes ago. i left to go get a quick snack, and texted him to meet me back in the room."
"ask jonghyun-hyung," is taemin's final answer, grabbing his snack and flopping back on the couch, nudging a sleeping minho over. "jonghyun might have an idea, he might've seen him last."
jinki shrugs and goes into the spare bedroom, finding the male laying on the bedspread, tapping away at something on his blackberry. the leader studies him for a few moments, clearing his throat, and watching how he jumps.
"don't scare me like that, jinki. what do you need?"
"have you seen kibum?" jonghyun thinks for a moment, silence (sans for the slight horror-techno-blend music faintly being played) filling the room.
"yeah, i think i saw him down in the lobby, asking the clerk something."
jinki smiles in relief, thanking the younger male and heading out of their hotel room, pressing the button for the elevator down the hall.
when the doors open, however, he's met with what looks like glitter vomit-hideous-decor-meets-techno-raver-meets oh my god what is THIS. he stares in horror at everything being covered in sequins and jewels, shrugging it off and going to the first floor.
he finds kibum sitting in a chair, thumbing through a magazine with a twix bar sticking out of his mouth.
"kibum...?" jinki begins, unsure how the younger male was going to react.
"yes, hyung?"
"...did you bedazzle the elevator?"
kibum simply smiles a large, feline-esque smile, and jinki feels several new wrinkles sprout on his forehead. he wondered how gyeongshik dealed with all of them, and vowed to never second-guess him (even by thoughts) for many months afterwards.
a/n: all based on texts from last night. written in write or die/notepad. btw, this is what jonghyun was listening to.
warnings: mild reference to drugs/alcohol L O L.
jonghyun wakes up on the floor again for the third time that week.
he takes a deep breath, sighing and looking around the room the moment he comes to his senses even somewhat coherently. bottles and a few small baggies of his 'secret stash' are scattered around their feet. he blinks sleepily, looking over the mussed blankets at taemin, going over to shake their maknae awake from his cocoon.
"taeminnie, wake up. taemin."
taemin blinks his eyes open, rubbing them and immediately reaching for a bottle of (what he thought was) water, sipping and spitting it out over the sheets with a grimace when he realizes it's warm-and-probably-backwashed-beer. jonghyun meanwhile is popping some advil (and an allergy tablet, going to bed on a cloud of high and waking up was never pleasant) in lieu of a proper breakfast.
"wake up, taemin, we have a schedule later."
"hyung, i want to add jinki into our relationship." jonghyun spits out a mixture of gum, half-digested cold tablets, water, saliva, and morning breath onto taemin's face, making the younger shriek. "that was disgusting!"
"taemin, on a scale of 'impared judgement' to 'david hasselhoff', how wasted and hungover /are/ you?"
taemin thinks for a moment, grabbing a spare bag of chips from somewhere near jonghyun's boxers, ripping it open and starting to much. "toaster," he replies wisely.
jonghyun just laughs and crawls back into bed next to him. fuck the schedule, they could figure something out.
"i don't think this is the right way, hyung." minho slowly looks around the unfamiliar stretch of streets, looking down at his phone's chiming GPS in confusion. "there's no building resembling anything like a café nearby."
"but the site said it would be right here," jonghyun whines, turning down some random alleyway and ignoring several japanese characters. "and when has the internet ever lied?"
"well, there was that one time you clicked on a free shipping link and wound up billed 50,000 yen because you didn't read the fine print."
"yes, but-"
"and the time that you confused erotic with exotic."
"that was-"
"and the time-"
"minho?"
"yeah?"
"shut up," jonghyun snaps, sighing and sitting down on the ground, moving a few empty saké bottles and mumbling something about salarymen. "well, it's not all completely hopeless, hyung, i have secret ingredients."
"...dare i even ask?" minho quips, raising an eyebrow and sitting next to jonghyun, eyes opening wider as he tries to see into jonghyun's rather large purse manbag.
"we have peanut brittle, cookies, and vodka. i think we'll make it."
minho falls silent as jonghyun pulls shotglasses from another pocket and watches as the older male layers the cookies, peanutbrittle, and vodka in some foiled attempt to 'stay classy'.
they both wake up somewhere in harajuku with glitter and stickers all over them, missing a large chunk of the night previous. kibum loses it when they stumble back to the dorm, falling over in howls of laughter when he sees just how many sequins are stuck onto minho's nipples.
as it was with anything new, schedules were getting more and more chaotic for any of shinee to handle. they'd pulled a lot of crazy stunts that they all weren't used to (jinki had actually woken up in the bathtub a few times with taemin shaking him frantically and asking if he needed CPR, he was that tired), but they were fairly certain it was pulled off alright.
everything was going somewhat smoothly, until kibum went missing one night.
"has anyone seen kibum?" jinki asks one night, walking into the room with a half-eaten cup of cheap ramen. taemin looks up from his bag of chips, taking an earbud out and furrowing his brows in confusion.
"you mean he's not with you?"
"he was about ten minutes ago. i left to go get a quick snack, and texted him to meet me back in the room."
"ask jonghyun-hyung," is taemin's final answer, grabbing his snack and flopping back on the couch, nudging a sleeping minho over. "jonghyun might have an idea, he might've seen him last."
jinki shrugs and goes into the spare bedroom, finding the male laying on the bedspread, tapping away at something on his blackberry. the leader studies him for a few moments, clearing his throat, and watching how he jumps.
"don't scare me like that, jinki. what do you need?"
"have you seen kibum?" jonghyun thinks for a moment, silence (sans for the slight horror-techno-blend music faintly being played) filling the room.
"yeah, i think i saw him down in the lobby, asking the clerk something."
jinki smiles in relief, thanking the younger male and heading out of their hotel room, pressing the button for the elevator down the hall.
when the doors open, however, he's met with what looks like glitter vomit-hideous-decor-meets-techno-raver-meets oh my god what is THIS. he stares in horror at everything being covered in sequins and jewels, shrugging it off and going to the first floor.
he finds kibum sitting in a chair, thumbing through a magazine with a twix bar sticking out of his mouth.
"kibum...?" jinki begins, unsure how the younger male was going to react.
"yes, hyung?"
"...did you bedazzle the elevator?"
kibum simply smiles a large, feline-esque smile, and jinki feels several new wrinkles sprout on his forehead. he wondered how gyeongshik dealed with all of them, and vowed to never second-guess him (even by thoughts) for many months afterwards.