Lost and Found (part two)
Title: Lost and Found
Part: 2/3
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In the SHINee household, all is normal, until one event changes everything. In that time, Jonghyun discovers that the things that they hold dear can easily change for the worse. But though things can be lost, they can always be found again, and sometimes the experience is worthwhile in the end.
A/N: Not like my usual fics XD its a bit darker and more tragic I guess ^^;; here's the second part~ only one left XD
The morning was as awkward as our first one as a group, back when SHINee was brought together. The only different was, Taemin was the only one not accustomed to our daily activities.
“Key hyung really does all the cooking?” He asked tentatively as we sat down to eat breakfast.
We nodded, and Jinki replied, “It's because he's the mom of our group. Kibum ah does most of the other chores too.” His voice showed his gratitude, and Minho and I hummed in agreement while Kibum tried to hide his embarrassment at being flattered.
“Oh...”
It was a while later, after we ate, that I went in search of him. I found him lying in bed, his eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face. A smile upturned my lips, but I didn't feel truly happy. “Knock knock,” I called softly from the doorway, and Taemin sat up abruptly, looking at me with a curious gaze. “Ready for practice?”
He gave me a wide eyed, nervous look. “W-What?”
I grinned and walked over to him to grab his wrist and haul him to his feet, careful not to let his fingers linger too long that it might make him uncomfortable. “Come on, this will be good for you.”
The truth was, we were all hoping that getting him to dance would bring back his memories, or at least help the process. Taemin was the lead dancer of our contemporary group, and it was his ultimate love. That had to help somehow, right?
- -
When we arrived, the first thing Kibum played from the CD player was Muzik by 4minute. Everyone, excluding Taemin, rolled their eyes. What was with the diva and his girl group songs?
For a while it was a bit unexciting because really only Kibum was dancing while the rest of us stretched. But then Jinki and I started fooling around, and he tripped and fell spectacularly while Abracadabra was playing. We were all sent into a laughing fit, and everything seemed to be going fine.
That is, until Ring Ding Dong came on.
The four of us took up our positions and started dancing. But I could see Taemin through the reflection of the studio's mirrors, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. For most of the rest of our practice, Kibum instructed him, talking and showing him through the moves. Our maknae tried, it was made obvious by the determination burning in his eyes. But by the end of it, that enthusiasm had dispersed. Because though he was picking up the movements without having to struggle, it wasn't flowing the way it should. His body wasn't moving with it's usual practiced precision and ease, it lacked the fluid and graceful way it was used to having. We could all see it, even Taemin himself.
We were beginning to fear the fact that his memories might take a long time to return.
And maybe they wouldn't return at all.
- -
It was just before the time we all usually went to bed. Kibum and Jinki were cleaning up and turning off the television while I was in the bathroom. I came out and tiptoed across the hall, thinking I'd be smart and escape having to help by hiding in the bedroom. But I stopped before pushing the door open when I heard voices coming from inside the room. It was Minho and Taemin, I recognized.
“Hey, hyung? Uhm... c-could I ask you something?”
A rustle of fabric - maybe they were changing? - and then Minho replies, “Sure, you can ask me anything. Is there something that's been bothering you?”
There's a lengthy pause, and I can almost picture the boy being nervous and wiggling on the spot as he searched for the right words. When he does find them, they're quite unexpected to me, the person eavesdropping.
“Is there something going on with me and Jonghyun hyung?” My heart skipped a beat and I pressed closer to the door in interest. Why would Taemin ask such a thing? “It's just that, well, he acts different than you and the others... It's not bad! But, uhm, sometimes he's really nice to me, and then other times it's like he's avoiding me. He gives me these looks and he seems so sad...”
I had to remind myself to keep listening, but my mind was so focused on what he had just said. Did I really seem like that? I had tried to stay positive, especially around him, but it was hard at times. Shaking my head a little, I was able to catch Minho's reply. “Taemin-ah, we're all sad after what happened to you and--”
Taemin cut him off with a firm voice. “But it's different with Jonghyun hyung. I just... I don't know... Seeing him makes me feel weird.”
I swallowed and stepped away from the door, my throat feeling tight with emotion. I didn't know what Taemin meant by what he said, but it brought feelings of sorrow and regret over things I hadn't been able to control. I wasn't regretting falling in love with him, no, I was regretting the fact that I hadn't been able to protect him from what happened. I had lost my chance to tell him I loved him, and though I still felt that way, how could I reveal it to him when he wouldn't even understand what it meant? How could he love me back when he didn't truly know me anymore?
Part: 2/3
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In the SHINee household, all is normal, until one event changes everything. In that time, Jonghyun discovers that the things that they hold dear can easily change for the worse. But though things can be lost, they can always be found again, and sometimes the experience is worthwhile in the end.
A/N: Not like my usual fics XD its a bit darker and more tragic I guess ^^;; here's the second part~ only one left XD
The morning was as awkward as our first one as a group, back when SHINee was brought together. The only different was, Taemin was the only one not accustomed to our daily activities.
“Key hyung really does all the cooking?” He asked tentatively as we sat down to eat breakfast.
We nodded, and Jinki replied, “It's because he's the mom of our group. Kibum ah does most of the other chores too.” His voice showed his gratitude, and Minho and I hummed in agreement while Kibum tried to hide his embarrassment at being flattered.
“Oh...”
It was a while later, after we ate, that I went in search of him. I found him lying in bed, his eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face. A smile upturned my lips, but I didn't feel truly happy. “Knock knock,” I called softly from the doorway, and Taemin sat up abruptly, looking at me with a curious gaze. “Ready for practice?”
He gave me a wide eyed, nervous look. “W-What?”
I grinned and walked over to him to grab his wrist and haul him to his feet, careful not to let his fingers linger too long that it might make him uncomfortable. “Come on, this will be good for you.”
The truth was, we were all hoping that getting him to dance would bring back his memories, or at least help the process. Taemin was the lead dancer of our contemporary group, and it was his ultimate love. That had to help somehow, right?
- -
When we arrived, the first thing Kibum played from the CD player was Muzik by 4minute. Everyone, excluding Taemin, rolled their eyes. What was with the diva and his girl group songs?
For a while it was a bit unexciting because really only Kibum was dancing while the rest of us stretched. But then Jinki and I started fooling around, and he tripped and fell spectacularly while Abracadabra was playing. We were all sent into a laughing fit, and everything seemed to be going fine.
That is, until Ring Ding Dong came on.
The four of us took up our positions and started dancing. But I could see Taemin through the reflection of the studio's mirrors, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. For most of the rest of our practice, Kibum instructed him, talking and showing him through the moves. Our maknae tried, it was made obvious by the determination burning in his eyes. But by the end of it, that enthusiasm had dispersed. Because though he was picking up the movements without having to struggle, it wasn't flowing the way it should. His body wasn't moving with it's usual practiced precision and ease, it lacked the fluid and graceful way it was used to having. We could all see it, even Taemin himself.
We were beginning to fear the fact that his memories might take a long time to return.
And maybe they wouldn't return at all.
- -
It was just before the time we all usually went to bed. Kibum and Jinki were cleaning up and turning off the television while I was in the bathroom. I came out and tiptoed across the hall, thinking I'd be smart and escape having to help by hiding in the bedroom. But I stopped before pushing the door open when I heard voices coming from inside the room. It was Minho and Taemin, I recognized.
“Hey, hyung? Uhm... c-could I ask you something?”
A rustle of fabric - maybe they were changing? - and then Minho replies, “Sure, you can ask me anything. Is there something that's been bothering you?”
There's a lengthy pause, and I can almost picture the boy being nervous and wiggling on the spot as he searched for the right words. When he does find them, they're quite unexpected to me, the person eavesdropping.
“Is there something going on with me and Jonghyun hyung?” My heart skipped a beat and I pressed closer to the door in interest. Why would Taemin ask such a thing? “It's just that, well, he acts different than you and the others... It's not bad! But, uhm, sometimes he's really nice to me, and then other times it's like he's avoiding me. He gives me these looks and he seems so sad...”
I had to remind myself to keep listening, but my mind was so focused on what he had just said. Did I really seem like that? I had tried to stay positive, especially around him, but it was hard at times. Shaking my head a little, I was able to catch Minho's reply. “Taemin-ah, we're all sad after what happened to you and--”
Taemin cut him off with a firm voice. “But it's different with Jonghyun hyung. I just... I don't know... Seeing him makes me feel weird.”
I swallowed and stepped away from the door, my throat feeling tight with emotion. I didn't know what Taemin meant by what he said, but it brought feelings of sorrow and regret over things I hadn't been able to control. I wasn't regretting falling in love with him, no, I was regretting the fact that I hadn't been able to protect him from what happened. I had lost my chance to tell him I loved him, and though I still felt that way, how could I reveal it to him when he wouldn't even understand what it meant? How could he love me back when he didn't truly know me anymore?