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Communicable Disease
SHINee - Jongtae
588 words; PG
Taemin gets a call from a convalescent Jonghyun.
Based on these two fancams.
Taemin gets a call during the ride back from a variety show recording.
The vibration and the chorus of Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” jolt him awake, and he jerks his head up from its resting spot on Kibum’s shoulder, fumbling around for his phone. The number on the screen says that it isn’t someone on his contact list, but Taemin thinks he might know who it is anyway. He leans away from Kibum, who grumbles a little before sagging against Jinki instead, and flips his phone open.
“Hello?” he asks, and yawns, rubbing at his eyes.
“Taeminnie!” the voice on the other end says, except it sounds all muffled and nasal, so it comes out more like Daemmingnie!
“Jonghyun hyung,” Taemin says, suddenly a lot more awake. The others are, too. Minho twists his body around from the passenger seat to stare at him, Key lifts his head up from Jinki’s shoulder, and Jinki turns from gazing blankly out the window to blink at him.
“I saw the fancams, Taemin-ah, fans posted some up this morning and I saw them!” Then the sound of Jonghyun blowing his nose.
“The what? What fancams?” Taemin asks. Jonghyun is practically bubbling over with enthusiasm even though he still sounds congested, and it’s kind of distracting, because what Taemin really wants to ask is When are you going to get better and When are you coming back. They’d tried calling Jonghyun twice yesterday, but he’d been asleep practically the entire day.
“The, the, you know. The fancams! Of you guys. On Sketchbook!” Taemin gets the feeling that Jonghyun is waving his arms around, gesturing to someone who can’t even see him, and smiles a little.
“What did you think about-”
“The live band was so cool,” Jonghyun whines, “I wish I’d been there! They sounded really good and you guys sounded really good and oh my God, Taemin, you were amazing.”
A funny warmth starts at the tips of Taemin’s ears and spreads out across his cheeks, and he bites his lip. “You think so?” he asks.
“Of course! I knew you’d be able to do it,” Jonghyun crows. “All the extra practice sessions totally paid off.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Taemin says. He can feel a ridiculous, full-out grin spreading across his face now. Jinki beams back at him for absolutely no reason at all, and Kibum rolls his eyes. Minho’s already bored with the conversation, facing front again, probably dozing off.
“And, and, I’m totally going to ask the producers to give us a duet someday, it’ll be so cool,” Jonghyun babbles, “We’ll be like, I don’t know, Simon and Garfunkel-”
“How are you feeling?” Taemin cuts in, because Jonghyun can chatter all day if anyone lets him.
“Hm? Oh, I’m feeling tons better already. Don’t worry, Bling Bling Jonghyun will be back in action before you guys know it!”
“Oh. That’s good, um.” Taemin stares out the window and tries to figure out what to say. “We miss you, hyung.” Because having just the four of them on stage isn’t the same, because hearing only three voices say good night when he turns off the lights is strange.
There’s a pause, and Taemin tugs at a loose thread on his sleeve, plays with the hem of his shirt. Then, a soft laugh. “Of course,” Jonghyun says, and he still sounds all stuffed up, but his voice is so warm that Taemin wants him to be with them in the van right now, so badly, “I miss you too, Taemin-ah.”
SHINee - Jongtae
588 words; PG
Taemin gets a call from a convalescent Jonghyun.
Based on these two fancams.
Taemin gets a call during the ride back from a variety show recording.
The vibration and the chorus of Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” jolt him awake, and he jerks his head up from its resting spot on Kibum’s shoulder, fumbling around for his phone. The number on the screen says that it isn’t someone on his contact list, but Taemin thinks he might know who it is anyway. He leans away from Kibum, who grumbles a little before sagging against Jinki instead, and flips his phone open.
“Hello?” he asks, and yawns, rubbing at his eyes.
“Taeminnie!” the voice on the other end says, except it sounds all muffled and nasal, so it comes out more like Daemmingnie!
“Jonghyun hyung,” Taemin says, suddenly a lot more awake. The others are, too. Minho twists his body around from the passenger seat to stare at him, Key lifts his head up from Jinki’s shoulder, and Jinki turns from gazing blankly out the window to blink at him.
“I saw the fancams, Taemin-ah, fans posted some up this morning and I saw them!” Then the sound of Jonghyun blowing his nose.
“The what? What fancams?” Taemin asks. Jonghyun is practically bubbling over with enthusiasm even though he still sounds congested, and it’s kind of distracting, because what Taemin really wants to ask is When are you going to get better and When are you coming back. They’d tried calling Jonghyun twice yesterday, but he’d been asleep practically the entire day.
“The, the, you know. The fancams! Of you guys. On Sketchbook!” Taemin gets the feeling that Jonghyun is waving his arms around, gesturing to someone who can’t even see him, and smiles a little.
“What did you think about-”
“The live band was so cool,” Jonghyun whines, “I wish I’d been there! They sounded really good and you guys sounded really good and oh my God, Taemin, you were amazing.”
A funny warmth starts at the tips of Taemin’s ears and spreads out across his cheeks, and he bites his lip. “You think so?” he asks.
“Of course! I knew you’d be able to do it,” Jonghyun crows. “All the extra practice sessions totally paid off.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Taemin says. He can feel a ridiculous, full-out grin spreading across his face now. Jinki beams back at him for absolutely no reason at all, and Kibum rolls his eyes. Minho’s already bored with the conversation, facing front again, probably dozing off.
“And, and, I’m totally going to ask the producers to give us a duet someday, it’ll be so cool,” Jonghyun babbles, “We’ll be like, I don’t know, Simon and Garfunkel-”
“How are you feeling?” Taemin cuts in, because Jonghyun can chatter all day if anyone lets him.
“Hm? Oh, I’m feeling tons better already. Don’t worry, Bling Bling Jonghyun will be back in action before you guys know it!”
“Oh. That’s good, um.” Taemin stares out the window and tries to figure out what to say. “We miss you, hyung.” Because having just the four of them on stage isn’t the same, because hearing only three voices say good night when he turns off the lights is strange.
There’s a pause, and Taemin tugs at a loose thread on his sleeve, plays with the hem of his shirt. Then, a soft laugh. “Of course,” Jonghyun says, and he still sounds all stuffed up, but his voice is so warm that Taemin wants him to be with them in the van right now, so badly, “I miss you too, Taemin-ah.”