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Dreamcatcher
SHINee - Onkey
931 words; PG, I think
Onew is trying to sleep when he hears a sound.
Nonononono, hyung, no, don’t drink that, don’t, Kibum tries to say, but it’s too late, Jinki’s already brought the bottle to his lips-
And oh God, oh God there’s blood everywhere and Jinki is coughing and vomiting and he’s in pain, he’s in so much fucking pain and Kibum can’t do anything-
And then Kibum is standing at the side of a road, watching as a van veers and loses control, watching as it flips over in slow, slow motion and lands with a sickening crash. He stumbles toward the wreckage, blindly, but he already knows what he’s going to find-
Jinki isn’t sure why he’s even awake at-he glances at the clock-3:04 AM. He sighs and rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow with a pout.
Trying his hardest to go back to sleep only seems to amplify every sound in the room. Minho’s long, slow breaths are barely audible over the heating system. Jonghyun is quietly sleep-singing again, this time to Wrongly Given Love. Taemin is snoring, just a little, and shuffling around in his blankets. Then-a soft whimper.
Jinki blinks and lifts his head, wondering if he’d heard right.
There it is again, this time a little louder, from Kibum’s bed.
Minho and Jonghyun are sprawled out on the ground amidst the broken glass and torn metal. Oh God, there’s blood-so much blood-running down Minho’s face, staining his back, and Jonghyun isn’t moving, Jonghyun isn’t fucking moving, why isn’t Jonghyun moving when he never stays still, Kibum wants to scream-
And then it’s Taemin, looking pale and weak and thin in a flimsy hospital gown, his left leg propped up and bound in a large cast. No, Kibum cries, no, not his leg, he loves dancing more than anything-
Jinki carefully stands on his bed to peer at the younger boy. Kibum is moving around now, clenching his comforter with tight fists.
“No,” Kibum whispers. He turns his head, the dim light from the lampposts outside catching across his face, and-Jinki frowns-he’s crying.
Jinki shakes his shoulder gently. “Kibum,” he whispers, trying not to wake the others, “Kibum!”
Kibum’s eyes snap open to the sight of someone leaning over him. It’s dark, but he can just barely make out the curve of Jinki’s cheek, his wide, worried eyes.
“I-” Kibum stammers, bewildered, because he’d seen Jinki just a second ago, coughing and vomiting and crying-
“Y-you were having a nightmare, I think,” Jinki whispers, biting his lip, “Are you okay?”
A nightmare. Just a nightmare. It’d felt real, oh God, so fucking real, but none of it was real. Kibum exhales shakily. Everyone is fine, Jinki is fine, he’s right there in front of him, safe and healthy and whole-
“K-Kibum?” Jinki asks, and Kibum realizes he has his hand pressed against the leader’s face.
“S-sorry,” he whispers, quickly pulling his hand away and burying it under the covers, “I’m f-fine, it’s fine, g-go back to sleep.”
Jinki doesn’t believe him. Kibum is still shuddering, his eyes wide and afraid. The younger boy seems so genuinely shaken up, his face wet with tears, that it scares Jinki too.
“Hey, scoot over,” Jinki says softly.
Kibum looks confused, but shifts to the left to make room, and Jinki quickly pulls himself up onto the bed. He wriggles under the covers and wraps an arm around the younger boy before Kibum has a chance to protest. He can feel Kibum tense against him.
“I-it’s okay,” Jinki murmurs, trying to sound soothing, and pats Kibum’s back, “Whatever happened, it was just a dream.” He wonders if he’s doing the right thing.
There’s no reaction, and for a second he thinks Kibum is going to be angry and shove him off the bed or something, but then the younger boy presses against him, curling trembling fingers into Jinki’s shirt.
“I-It felt so r-real, hyung,” Kibum says, his voice wavering with tears, “I-I could’ve sworn-” Kibum is getting his shirt wet, but Jinki can’t bring himself to care.
“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Jinki repeats, and rubs circles into Kibum’s back until he quiets.
One of Kibum's hands finally releases its death grip on his shirt to rest, hesitantly, against his waist, and Jinki pulls the younger boy closer.
(When Jinki wakes up the next morning, he forgets where he is and nearly tumbles off the bed. He sits up, rubbing at his eyes, and realizes Kibum is gone. He also notices Taemin looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“You weren’t up there last night, hyung,” the magnae says.
Jinki shrugs.
When they shuffle their way to the kitchen, they are each greeted with a plate of steaming hot pancakes.
“What’s the occasion?” Jonghyun asks, shoving another forkful into his mouth, “Usually it’s just eggs and toast and cereal.”
“Don’t question your good fortune,” Kibum snaps. He pulls his apron off and takes his seat next to Taemin.
“It’s good, Kibum,” Minho says quietly, “Thank you.” Kibum beams at him.
Taemin leans in to squint at Jinki’s plate. “Are those-blueberries? Hyung! Why does Jinki hyung get blueberry pancakes and not us?” Jinki blinks and looks down at his plate, then at the others’.
Kibum smacks Taemin’s arm. “Yah, don’t be rude to your mother, I didn’t raise you to be like this! Jinki hyung is just a very good leader, that’s all, and he deserves something special once in a while.” He folds his arms across his chest, studiously avoiding Jinki’s eyes.
There is an awkward silence, and Jinki can feel his ears burning.
“Huh,” Jonghyun says, and resumes stuffing his face.)
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A/N: I'm not sure if I made it clear, but Key was dreaming about the SHINee members going through the accidents their sunbaes had been in. More specifically: Onew = Yunho, Minho = Eeteuk, Jonghyun = Kyuhyun, and Taemin = Heechul.
SHINee - Onkey
931 words; PG, I think
Onew is trying to sleep when he hears a sound.
Nonononono, hyung, no, don’t drink that, don’t, Kibum tries to say, but it’s too late, Jinki’s already brought the bottle to his lips-
And oh God, oh God there’s blood everywhere and Jinki is coughing and vomiting and he’s in pain, he’s in so much fucking pain and Kibum can’t do anything-
And then Kibum is standing at the side of a road, watching as a van veers and loses control, watching as it flips over in slow, slow motion and lands with a sickening crash. He stumbles toward the wreckage, blindly, but he already knows what he’s going to find-
Jinki isn’t sure why he’s even awake at-he glances at the clock-3:04 AM. He sighs and rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow with a pout.
Trying his hardest to go back to sleep only seems to amplify every sound in the room. Minho’s long, slow breaths are barely audible over the heating system. Jonghyun is quietly sleep-singing again, this time to Wrongly Given Love. Taemin is snoring, just a little, and shuffling around in his blankets. Then-a soft whimper.
Jinki blinks and lifts his head, wondering if he’d heard right.
There it is again, this time a little louder, from Kibum’s bed.
Minho and Jonghyun are sprawled out on the ground amidst the broken glass and torn metal. Oh God, there’s blood-so much blood-running down Minho’s face, staining his back, and Jonghyun isn’t moving, Jonghyun isn’t fucking moving, why isn’t Jonghyun moving when he never stays still, Kibum wants to scream-
And then it’s Taemin, looking pale and weak and thin in a flimsy hospital gown, his left leg propped up and bound in a large cast. No, Kibum cries, no, not his leg, he loves dancing more than anything-
Jinki carefully stands on his bed to peer at the younger boy. Kibum is moving around now, clenching his comforter with tight fists.
“No,” Kibum whispers. He turns his head, the dim light from the lampposts outside catching across his face, and-Jinki frowns-he’s crying.
Jinki shakes his shoulder gently. “Kibum,” he whispers, trying not to wake the others, “Kibum!”
Kibum’s eyes snap open to the sight of someone leaning over him. It’s dark, but he can just barely make out the curve of Jinki’s cheek, his wide, worried eyes.
“I-” Kibum stammers, bewildered, because he’d seen Jinki just a second ago, coughing and vomiting and crying-
“Y-you were having a nightmare, I think,” Jinki whispers, biting his lip, “Are you okay?”
A nightmare. Just a nightmare. It’d felt real, oh God, so fucking real, but none of it was real. Kibum exhales shakily. Everyone is fine, Jinki is fine, he’s right there in front of him, safe and healthy and whole-
“K-Kibum?” Jinki asks, and Kibum realizes he has his hand pressed against the leader’s face.
“S-sorry,” he whispers, quickly pulling his hand away and burying it under the covers, “I’m f-fine, it’s fine, g-go back to sleep.”
Jinki doesn’t believe him. Kibum is still shuddering, his eyes wide and afraid. The younger boy seems so genuinely shaken up, his face wet with tears, that it scares Jinki too.
“Hey, scoot over,” Jinki says softly.
Kibum looks confused, but shifts to the left to make room, and Jinki quickly pulls himself up onto the bed. He wriggles under the covers and wraps an arm around the younger boy before Kibum has a chance to protest. He can feel Kibum tense against him.
“I-it’s okay,” Jinki murmurs, trying to sound soothing, and pats Kibum’s back, “Whatever happened, it was just a dream.” He wonders if he’s doing the right thing.
There’s no reaction, and for a second he thinks Kibum is going to be angry and shove him off the bed or something, but then the younger boy presses against him, curling trembling fingers into Jinki’s shirt.
“I-It felt so r-real, hyung,” Kibum says, his voice wavering with tears, “I-I could’ve sworn-” Kibum is getting his shirt wet, but Jinki can’t bring himself to care.
“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Jinki repeats, and rubs circles into Kibum’s back until he quiets.
One of Kibum's hands finally releases its death grip on his shirt to rest, hesitantly, against his waist, and Jinki pulls the younger boy closer.
(When Jinki wakes up the next morning, he forgets where he is and nearly tumbles off the bed. He sits up, rubbing at his eyes, and realizes Kibum is gone. He also notices Taemin looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“You weren’t up there last night, hyung,” the magnae says.
Jinki shrugs.
When they shuffle their way to the kitchen, they are each greeted with a plate of steaming hot pancakes.
“What’s the occasion?” Jonghyun asks, shoving another forkful into his mouth, “Usually it’s just eggs and toast and cereal.”
“Don’t question your good fortune,” Kibum snaps. He pulls his apron off and takes his seat next to Taemin.
“It’s good, Kibum,” Minho says quietly, “Thank you.” Kibum beams at him.
Taemin leans in to squint at Jinki’s plate. “Are those-blueberries? Hyung! Why does Jinki hyung get blueberry pancakes and not us?” Jinki blinks and looks down at his plate, then at the others’.
Kibum smacks Taemin’s arm. “Yah, don’t be rude to your mother, I didn’t raise you to be like this! Jinki hyung is just a very good leader, that’s all, and he deserves something special once in a while.” He folds his arms across his chest, studiously avoiding Jinki’s eyes.
There is an awkward silence, and Jinki can feel his ears burning.
“Huh,” Jonghyun says, and resumes stuffing his face.)
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A/N: I'm not sure if I made it clear, but Key was dreaming about the SHINee members going through the accidents their sunbaes had been in. More specifically: Onew = Yunho, Minho = Eeteuk, Jonghyun = Kyuhyun, and Taemin = Heechul.