it's a love story [oneshot]
Title: it's a love story (baby, just say yes)
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1319
Summary: in which jinki thinks he has a knack for writing and taemin is his muse.
a/n: something to distract myself from doing bio or sat stuff.
it's a love story (baby, just say yes);
it was a dark and stormy night;
jinki blinks blankly at the screen, brows knit, lips taught. he'd been at it for nearly two hours, he knows, yet nothing was coming out. his imagination must have decided to check out early after his lame attempts at trying to amuse his fellow bandmates, and his fingers must have gone stiff from all the poking and slapping he and jonghyun had decided to engage themselves in on the car ride from the interview. that must be it, he thinks to himself, there was no other reason.
"or maybe you just suck, hyung."
that too, jinki agrees with a slight frown, until it hits him that he didn't say that. he cocks his head slightly to the voice and says, "what was that?"
the covers and pillows go up in a puff beside him as taemin stretches and rolls around the bed like a dog. or a nosy little kid that he always is (though it's cute, so jinki lets it slide). "i'm just kidding. let's see here-" and taemin's fingers splay themselves across the white keys of jinki's nice little laptop, acting as little anchors as taemin pulls his body close to jinki's lap. "it's just not you."
and again jinki cocks his head, this time in honest inquiry, and taemin straightens out his shoulders as professionally as he can before he mumbles, "face it, hyung, you're not the black and white seventies' mystery novel."
"oh really," jinki asks, a bit deflated.
"yeah. i mean, honestly, you're like anne of green gables, or the ugly duckling." jinki frowns. "not, like, the ugly part, but-you value morals more, y'know?" taemin tacks on at the end with some wild arm gestures.
jinki sighs at the words in some half agreement and raises a brow at taemin's concentrated stare. he drops his hand down on the top of the younger boy's head. "you're right, taemin-ah."
taemin grins. "not everyone has a cool exterior," he jokes, "like me," and then strikes a pose that jinki quickly swats away with a hand and a pout.
"oh please, i can be cool if i want."
taemin's outright mocking laugh pokes a hole straight through his ego. "hyung, i wouldn't describe you as cool. or at least not, like, junhyung-hyung. or minho-hyung."
bristling, jinki shifts the laptop onto his lap, effectively pushing the other boy's head off, and he turns his back slightly. he's usually not this grumpy when taemin belittles his role as leader or mocks him for his lack of coordination and, well, coolness, but when he pulls minho into it, oh. jinki furrows his brows and scrunches his nose a bit.
"hyung? hyung, come on. hyung, don't be such a baby."
"i'm not being a baby," he grumbles, but it ends up being a condensed string of syllables that taemin can't make any sense of, so the younger boy only rolls his eyes and takes the laptop off of jinki's lap and back onto the bed.
"listen, hyung," taemin starts with a slight glimmer in his eyes (jinki couldn't keep his eyes off him for too long anyway), "you have to admit, you're the soft, boneless kinda guy. you're probably more of a romantic than anything."
jinki leans back against the pillow propped up for his back and mulls in the silence. taemin blinks at him before jinki mumbles, "well, i guess." laughter resounds in the room and jinki finds himself chuckling too despite taemin's prodding finger in his cheek.
the boy sits upright beside jinki and tilts his head to the left, letting it fall on the broad shoulder covered by a thin itching fleece. with a smile jinki rustles a bit, hooks an arm over taemin's shoulders, and simply relaxes to encompass the warmth at his side.
for a while they stare at the screen in complete silence, minus the soft whirring of the laptop, until taemin quietly murmurs, "so what're you planning on writing?"
jinki doesn't answer immediately, partially because he was just starting to doze off and partially because he really doesn't have an answer. his heart slows to a beat resembling taemin's, his head nods, and if he has to tell the truth, he really wasn't thinking of plots to write about or character names. he thinks that sometimes, just sometimes, he's allowed to take a break to relax and enjoy himself like this.
"i haven't," he yawns, "haven't-no idea." jinki glances down to see taemin playing silently with the pockets of jinki's hoodie. he's not sure who moves closer so that they're pressed against each other completely. all he takes into account is the soft glowing warmth at his side.
taemin hums. "maybe," the younger boy whispers, a hush above the mechanical whir and creak of the computer and jinki's brain, "you should write a romance novel." he pauses to think. "about, like, a boy who falls in love with someone. and y'know, maybe they sing together, and then they become best friends with a bunch of weirdos, and then the person finally realizes that he-" taemin suddenly stops just as jinki begins to clack away on the laptop some footnotes, and, in some untold fright, scrambles off of the bed, his feet catching on some blankets and jinki's awkward legs.
jinki glances up quickly to glimpse at taemin's retreating back, a flash of his red face, nervous words fumbling for some control to form sentences but failing.
"or y'know maybe a picture book about a chicken that-god-bye!"
the door slams shut, leaving jinki alone in a mess of pillows and crumpled covers. he slides to the floor on his feet, laptop tucked under his arm, and smiles to himself as he makes the bed, loud squabbling from outside the bedroom providing some amusement for him while he works.
after taemin fixes up the living room under kibum's supervision, he plops down in their shared bedroom, legs stretching out all over the bed. he hasn't seen jinki since he ran out on him stupid stupid stupid and he has no courage to face him again, so taemin simply rolls onto his stomach and rummages through the drawer beside his bed for some entertainment.
his hand skims over a smooth cover. arching a brow the boy picks up the papers and brings it up to the light of the lamp, stares at the rather blank cover that says "a story, by lee jinki," and opens to the first page. he soon realizes that the thing is only three sheets folded over, and taemin snorts.
the first page reads "to lee taemin." with a enamored sigh the boy turn at the next, full of vibrant colors and scribbles. he laughs at the poorly drawn, nearly neon chicken and cat glowing under a smiling sun and laughing clouds in the middle of a green field. he flips the page.
"i found that there was no need for me to write a romance novel," taemin reads the handwritten chicken scratch, "since we're... living one already," punctuated with a kiddish red heart.
taemin blinks, close the book, and drops his head on his pillow.
a few seconds later, he begins to roll around and flail his arms in muffled giggles, his face hidden by his straw-like hair that falls in front of his eyes and red ears. his body squirms and his legs kick around until he almost throws himself off the edge of the bed.
he finally calms down with the "let's live happily ever after!" hugged to his chest, takes a deep breath, and hops off. he runs into the kitchen, yelling, "hey, hyung!"
and he gives jinki a nice long kiss against the kitchen counter, wrapping himself in the welcoming arms of his love story's hero and thinking that no review or harsh critique from kibum or their manager or his mom could ever keep them from a happy ending.
.end
a/n: so...i wanted to write fluff. lol. also...i should go and continue the secret santa story thing. i. i'm so lame /cry
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1319
Summary: in which jinki thinks he has a knack for writing and taemin is his muse.
a/n: something to distract myself from doing bio or sat stuff.
it's a love story (baby, just say yes);
it was a dark and stormy night;
jinki blinks blankly at the screen, brows knit, lips taught. he'd been at it for nearly two hours, he knows, yet nothing was coming out. his imagination must have decided to check out early after his lame attempts at trying to amuse his fellow bandmates, and his fingers must have gone stiff from all the poking and slapping he and jonghyun had decided to engage themselves in on the car ride from the interview. that must be it, he thinks to himself, there was no other reason.
"or maybe you just suck, hyung."
that too, jinki agrees with a slight frown, until it hits him that he didn't say that. he cocks his head slightly to the voice and says, "what was that?"
the covers and pillows go up in a puff beside him as taemin stretches and rolls around the bed like a dog. or a nosy little kid that he always is (though it's cute, so jinki lets it slide). "i'm just kidding. let's see here-" and taemin's fingers splay themselves across the white keys of jinki's nice little laptop, acting as little anchors as taemin pulls his body close to jinki's lap. "it's just not you."
and again jinki cocks his head, this time in honest inquiry, and taemin straightens out his shoulders as professionally as he can before he mumbles, "face it, hyung, you're not the black and white seventies' mystery novel."
"oh really," jinki asks, a bit deflated.
"yeah. i mean, honestly, you're like anne of green gables, or the ugly duckling." jinki frowns. "not, like, the ugly part, but-you value morals more, y'know?" taemin tacks on at the end with some wild arm gestures.
jinki sighs at the words in some half agreement and raises a brow at taemin's concentrated stare. he drops his hand down on the top of the younger boy's head. "you're right, taemin-ah."
taemin grins. "not everyone has a cool exterior," he jokes, "like me," and then strikes a pose that jinki quickly swats away with a hand and a pout.
"oh please, i can be cool if i want."
taemin's outright mocking laugh pokes a hole straight through his ego. "hyung, i wouldn't describe you as cool. or at least not, like, junhyung-hyung. or minho-hyung."
bristling, jinki shifts the laptop onto his lap, effectively pushing the other boy's head off, and he turns his back slightly. he's usually not this grumpy when taemin belittles his role as leader or mocks him for his lack of coordination and, well, coolness, but when he pulls minho into it, oh. jinki furrows his brows and scrunches his nose a bit.
"hyung? hyung, come on. hyung, don't be such a baby."
"i'm not being a baby," he grumbles, but it ends up being a condensed string of syllables that taemin can't make any sense of, so the younger boy only rolls his eyes and takes the laptop off of jinki's lap and back onto the bed.
"listen, hyung," taemin starts with a slight glimmer in his eyes (jinki couldn't keep his eyes off him for too long anyway), "you have to admit, you're the soft, boneless kinda guy. you're probably more of a romantic than anything."
jinki leans back against the pillow propped up for his back and mulls in the silence. taemin blinks at him before jinki mumbles, "well, i guess." laughter resounds in the room and jinki finds himself chuckling too despite taemin's prodding finger in his cheek.
the boy sits upright beside jinki and tilts his head to the left, letting it fall on the broad shoulder covered by a thin itching fleece. with a smile jinki rustles a bit, hooks an arm over taemin's shoulders, and simply relaxes to encompass the warmth at his side.
for a while they stare at the screen in complete silence, minus the soft whirring of the laptop, until taemin quietly murmurs, "so what're you planning on writing?"
jinki doesn't answer immediately, partially because he was just starting to doze off and partially because he really doesn't have an answer. his heart slows to a beat resembling taemin's, his head nods, and if he has to tell the truth, he really wasn't thinking of plots to write about or character names. he thinks that sometimes, just sometimes, he's allowed to take a break to relax and enjoy himself like this.
"i haven't," he yawns, "haven't-no idea." jinki glances down to see taemin playing silently with the pockets of jinki's hoodie. he's not sure who moves closer so that they're pressed against each other completely. all he takes into account is the soft glowing warmth at his side.
taemin hums. "maybe," the younger boy whispers, a hush above the mechanical whir and creak of the computer and jinki's brain, "you should write a romance novel." he pauses to think. "about, like, a boy who falls in love with someone. and y'know, maybe they sing together, and then they become best friends with a bunch of weirdos, and then the person finally realizes that he-" taemin suddenly stops just as jinki begins to clack away on the laptop some footnotes, and, in some untold fright, scrambles off of the bed, his feet catching on some blankets and jinki's awkward legs.
jinki glances up quickly to glimpse at taemin's retreating back, a flash of his red face, nervous words fumbling for some control to form sentences but failing.
"or y'know maybe a picture book about a chicken that-god-bye!"
the door slams shut, leaving jinki alone in a mess of pillows and crumpled covers. he slides to the floor on his feet, laptop tucked under his arm, and smiles to himself as he makes the bed, loud squabbling from outside the bedroom providing some amusement for him while he works.
after taemin fixes up the living room under kibum's supervision, he plops down in their shared bedroom, legs stretching out all over the bed. he hasn't seen jinki since he ran out on him stupid stupid stupid and he has no courage to face him again, so taemin simply rolls onto his stomach and rummages through the drawer beside his bed for some entertainment.
his hand skims over a smooth cover. arching a brow the boy picks up the papers and brings it up to the light of the lamp, stares at the rather blank cover that says "a story, by lee jinki," and opens to the first page. he soon realizes that the thing is only three sheets folded over, and taemin snorts.
the first page reads "to lee taemin." with a enamored sigh the boy turn at the next, full of vibrant colors and scribbles. he laughs at the poorly drawn, nearly neon chicken and cat glowing under a smiling sun and laughing clouds in the middle of a green field. he flips the page.
"i found that there was no need for me to write a romance novel," taemin reads the handwritten chicken scratch, "since we're... living one already," punctuated with a kiddish red heart.
taemin blinks, close the book, and drops his head on his pillow.
a few seconds later, he begins to roll around and flail his arms in muffled giggles, his face hidden by his straw-like hair that falls in front of his eyes and red ears. his body squirms and his legs kick around until he almost throws himself off the edge of the bed.
he finally calms down with the "let's live happily ever after!" hugged to his chest, takes a deep breath, and hops off. he runs into the kitchen, yelling, "hey, hyung!"
and he gives jinki a nice long kiss against the kitchen counter, wrapping himself in the welcoming arms of his love story's hero and thinking that no review or harsh critique from kibum or their manager or his mom could ever keep them from a happy ending.
.end
a/n: so...i wanted to write fluff. lol. also...i should go and continue the secret santa story thing. i. i'm so lame /cry