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Wipe Out
SHINee - Jongho
2010 words; PG
Minho tries to teach Jonghyun to snowboard.
Jonghyun glances around at the other members, using his ninja observation skills to watch the way they’re pulling on their boots.
Jinki and Kibum are going skiing, so their boots are different-heavy and clunky and made of solid plastic. Jinki’s are an ugly shade of red; Jonghyun saw the employee give Kibum a pair in the same color, but Kibum had handed them back right away and asked for a black pair instead. There are a million buckles and straps on the boots, but they both seem like they know what they’re doing.
Even Taemin, who is sitting next to Jonghyun, is expertly lacing up his snowboard boots. Jonghyun mimics him, blurting, “When did you even learn to snowboard?”
Taemin shrugs, slim fingers double-knotting the bow on his right boot. “My brother likes to snowboard. He brought me along a couple of times.” Finished, he stands up and adjusts his beanie, beaming.
“Oh. That’s cool.” Jonghyun ties the last bow on his boot, trying to ignore the sense of impending doom, since apparently everyone knows how to snowboard or ski except him. Which totally isn’t his fault, since he doesn’t like the cold or sports anyway, so going snowboarding isn’t exactly his idea of fun, and he’d only agreed to the vacation destination because he’d thought he would be learning with the other members. He huffs and moves to stand, but Minho stops him, reaching down to undo his bootlaces again. He blinks at the back of Minho’s head.
“These are too loose,” is Minho’s answer to the unspoken question, and he yanks on the laces, making sure his boots are snug around Jonghyun’s calves before re-tying them. Straightening, he claps a hand onto Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, hyung,” Minho says, athletic, hyper-competitive Minho, “I’ll teach you how to snowboard.” There is the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips.
“It can’t be that bad, right?” Jonghyun asks. “I mean, how hard could it be? You balance on a board and slide down a lot of snow.”
Minho hmms in what Jonghyun takes as a sign of agreement. It’s a long ride up the mountain, and the tall boy isn’t really talking. Just enjoying the really fucking cold fresh air, maybe. Jonghyun peers down at the skiers and snowboarders beneath them. The ski lift is pretty high off the ground, but he isn’t too bothered by heights.
On the lift in front of them, Kibum is gripping the armrest firmly with one hand and has his other arm wrapped around the back of the bench. Jonghyun can’t see his face, but he’s pretty sure Kibum’s eyes are squeezed shut. Taemin is shaking snow off his snowboard, trying to hit the people passing below them.
Jonghyun twists around to look over his shoulder. Jinki smiles from the lift behind them and waves one of his ski poles.
“Oh shit,” Jonghyun says as the end of the ski lift rapidly approaches, “I’m totally not ready for this.”
“Scoot forward a bit off the bench so it’s easier to get off,” Minho advises, “Put your left foot on the pad in the middle there and just slide down the hill.”
“No I can’t what is this shit no,” Jonghyun screeches as he pushes off the bench and starts to go way too fast down the short slope. He grabs the first thing he can get hold of-Minho’s jacket.
“Hyung, no stop, let go, ugh-” Minho loses his balance too and they both go down, landing in an awkward pile of limbs and wooden board at the bottom of the snow ramp.
Taemin and Kibum are shrieking with laughter, the latter clutching onto the former to avoid crumpling to the ground, and they effectively jump up to the top of Jonghyun’s mental list of Least Favorite Dongsaengs Ever.
“Done,” Minho says when he finishes tightening the last buckle over Jonghyun’s foot. He pushes up off the snow into a standing position. Jonghyun copies him-and promptly falls back down onto his ass. There’s a snort from behind him that sounds suspiciously like Kibum. To his credit, Minho grins but doesn’t laugh. “Push harder, hyung. It’s hard to get used to in the beginning.”
It takes Jonghyun two more tries before he finally manages to get to his feet. He twists his head around to beam at Minho, but then his board starts sliding against his will. He flails his arms. “Minho, shit. Minho!” A pair of arms wrap around his torso from behind, keeping him from going anywhere.
“It’s okay, hyung, I got you.” Minho’s snickering now-Jonghyun can feel the vibrations of his body even through their thick jackets-but his grasp on Jonghyun’s waist is firm.
“Ow,” Jonghyun says when he falls on his ass the very first time, a foot or two from the top of the mountain.
Five minutes later, he falls onto his stomach-“Oof”-and skids down the icy slope a bit before finally coming to a stop at a soft patch of snow.
“Holy shit,” he exclaims when he slides off the trail altogether, his treacherous body finally coming to a stop at the base of a tree. A kid-he can’t be more than twelve, from the looks of it-whizzes by on his snowboard, cool and composed.
Jonghyun scowls as Minho stops at his side, looking like he’s just stepped out of some sportswear catalogue. “I swear to God, my snowboard hates me,” he informs the taller boy. Something sharp jabs at his back, and Jonghyun whips his head to the side in time to see two figures speeding by. “And I hate Lee Jinki and Kim Kibum!” he adds loudly, hearing the sound of their laughter echoing behind them.
“Bend your knees a little,” Jonghyun hears Minho call behind him, “Hyung, bend your knees!”
I can’t, these fucking snowboard boots are in the way, Jonghyun wants to shriek back, but he’s too busy trying to control where he’s going. Shit shit shit too fast too fast. His board goes over a tiny bump on the slope and he wobbles dangerously, pinwheeling his arms in an attempt to regain his balance. He manages to stay upright for a couple of seconds before he loses it completely and tumbles face first into the snow, the momentum sending his body into a full flip until he’s sprawled flat on his back, staring up at the sky. He hears the skid of a board on snow before a tall figure dressed in black appears at the edge of his vision.
“Are you okay, hyung?” Minho asks, leaning over him, his eyes wide.
Jonghyun waves the concern off. “I’m fine, just. Contemplating the best way to commit suicide,” he answers, voice muffled by the scarf covering the bottom half of his face. “I hate my life so much.”
Minho laughs, carefully falling backwards to sit on the snow next to him.
“How long have we even been here?” Jonghyun digs his cell phone out of his pocket, his movements made clumsy by his cold, stiff fingers, and squints at the time. “We’ve only been here three hours? Why is it not the end of the day yet. I fell, like. I don’t even remember how many times.”
“Seventeen,” Minho says automatically, the corners of his lips twitching.
Jonghyun pushes himself up onto his elbows and glares at the other boy. “Yah, you actually kept count?”
Minho’s lips widen into a full-blown smirk. “You haven’t been doing that badly, hyung. We’re more than halfway down the mountain now.”
“Jinki hyung and Kibum lapped us. Twice. And Taeminnie lapped us once.” Jonghyun flops back down onto the snow and throws a gloved hand over his eyes. “Just leave me here, Minho-yah, I’m hopeless. Leave me here to get hypothermia and die.”
“You’re overreacting, hyung,” Minho intones.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun says, and maybe he’s a little cranky, but his entire body hurts from falling so many times, his ass is so numb it feels like it’s going to fall off, and he can barely move his legs. He doesn’t even think he has the energy to get up. “Just. Go without me, okay? I’ll meet you at the bottom. I just want to rest for a bit.”
There’s the sound of Minho shifting around, and Jonghyun thinks maybe he really is going to get up and go ahead without him. Jonghyun glances over, schooling his face into one of indifference, but instead Minho is leaning back on his elbows with a soft smile. “It’s fine,” he says, “I’ll just wait until you’re ready to get up.”
They decide to take a break after they finally reach the bottom of the mountain, Minho typing out a quick text to the other members to let them know. The lodge is warm and toasty, and Jonghyun sighs in relief when he pulls off his multiple layers, leaving only a T-shirt on. He swings his arms around, enjoying the full range of his movements. He buys Minho lunch, because he’s an awesome hyung, and he feels kind of guilty for making Minho waste his vacation on a hopeless cause.
“It’s not a big deal,” Jonghyun begins, wrapping his fingers around his cup of tea and feeling the warmth start to seep into his numb hands, “Just go out by yourself after lunch. Or go with Taemin. I’ll just chill here, or something. You haven’t even gotten the chance to have fun and actually snowboard.”
Minho offers him a fry dipped in ketchup. Jonghyun leans forward to take it, but the other boy pulls it back when it’s a centimeter from Jonghyun’s lips and pops it into his own mouth instead. He laughs at Jonghyun’s glare, and feeds him the next fry. “It’s fine, hyung. I am having fun. I like teaching you.”
Jonghyun is about to demand to know what he means by that, and if he’s having fun watching Jonghyun fall, because if he is, it’s not funny at all, asshole, but then he spots the other three members at the entrance of the lodge and waves them over.
“Yah,” Kibum says, waddling toward their table in those stiff plastic boots, followed by Jinki and Taemin, “You couldn’t even wait for the rest of us to get here before you started to eat?” The three of them shrug out of their extra layers; Minho grabs Jinki’s shirt to steady him out of habit when the older boy tries to pull his sweatshirt over his head.
“We were hungry,” Jonghyun says, stealing another fry from Minho.
“Even you were hungry?” Kibum asks, holding a hand to his cheek in exaggerated surprise. He plops down in the seat next to Jonghyun. “I guess falling on your ass burns more calories than I thought. How many times did you wipe out, anyway?”
“Well how many times did you fall?” Jonghyun shoots back.
Kibum runs a hand through his hair-it’s not fair that Kibum didn’t use a beanie when Jonghyun has the worst case of hat hair right now-and shakes his bangs out of his face. “You forget,” he says, smirking, “I did water skiing in high school.” Jonghyun’s face falls.
“By which he means,” Jinki interjects, grinning, “That he fell a decent number of times too.” Jonghyun laughs, and Kibum swats at both of them, scowling.
“Whatever, skiing on water and snow aren’t that similar, okay? And some of the slopes were really icy. It’s not my fault!”
No one points out that Kibum had been the one to bring up water skiing in the first place.
“So hyung,” Taemin pipes up, nudging Minho’s arm, “How did Jonghyun hyung do today?”
For a second, Jonghyun thinks Minho is going to be a smug bastard and tell them all exactly how many times he fell-twenty-one, by the time they make it all the way down the mountain-but instead Minho just grins, reaching across the table to pat Jongyhyun’s hand. “He did pretty well,” he says, his palm warm against Jonghyun’s knuckles.
*****
... Is it very obvious that this is pretty much a pointless fic and I mostly wrote this because I miss skiing? :(
SHINee - Jongho
2010 words; PG
Minho tries to teach Jonghyun to snowboard.
Jonghyun glances around at the other members, using his ninja observation skills to watch the way they’re pulling on their boots.
Jinki and Kibum are going skiing, so their boots are different-heavy and clunky and made of solid plastic. Jinki’s are an ugly shade of red; Jonghyun saw the employee give Kibum a pair in the same color, but Kibum had handed them back right away and asked for a black pair instead. There are a million buckles and straps on the boots, but they both seem like they know what they’re doing.
Even Taemin, who is sitting next to Jonghyun, is expertly lacing up his snowboard boots. Jonghyun mimics him, blurting, “When did you even learn to snowboard?”
Taemin shrugs, slim fingers double-knotting the bow on his right boot. “My brother likes to snowboard. He brought me along a couple of times.” Finished, he stands up and adjusts his beanie, beaming.
“Oh. That’s cool.” Jonghyun ties the last bow on his boot, trying to ignore the sense of impending doom, since apparently everyone knows how to snowboard or ski except him. Which totally isn’t his fault, since he doesn’t like the cold or sports anyway, so going snowboarding isn’t exactly his idea of fun, and he’d only agreed to the vacation destination because he’d thought he would be learning with the other members. He huffs and moves to stand, but Minho stops him, reaching down to undo his bootlaces again. He blinks at the back of Minho’s head.
“These are too loose,” is Minho’s answer to the unspoken question, and he yanks on the laces, making sure his boots are snug around Jonghyun’s calves before re-tying them. Straightening, he claps a hand onto Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, hyung,” Minho says, athletic, hyper-competitive Minho, “I’ll teach you how to snowboard.” There is the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips.
“It can’t be that bad, right?” Jonghyun asks. “I mean, how hard could it be? You balance on a board and slide down a lot of snow.”
Minho hmms in what Jonghyun takes as a sign of agreement. It’s a long ride up the mountain, and the tall boy isn’t really talking. Just enjoying the really fucking cold fresh air, maybe. Jonghyun peers down at the skiers and snowboarders beneath them. The ski lift is pretty high off the ground, but he isn’t too bothered by heights.
On the lift in front of them, Kibum is gripping the armrest firmly with one hand and has his other arm wrapped around the back of the bench. Jonghyun can’t see his face, but he’s pretty sure Kibum’s eyes are squeezed shut. Taemin is shaking snow off his snowboard, trying to hit the people passing below them.
Jonghyun twists around to look over his shoulder. Jinki smiles from the lift behind them and waves one of his ski poles.
“Oh shit,” Jonghyun says as the end of the ski lift rapidly approaches, “I’m totally not ready for this.”
“Scoot forward a bit off the bench so it’s easier to get off,” Minho advises, “Put your left foot on the pad in the middle there and just slide down the hill.”
“No I can’t what is this shit no,” Jonghyun screeches as he pushes off the bench and starts to go way too fast down the short slope. He grabs the first thing he can get hold of-Minho’s jacket.
“Hyung, no stop, let go, ugh-” Minho loses his balance too and they both go down, landing in an awkward pile of limbs and wooden board at the bottom of the snow ramp.
Taemin and Kibum are shrieking with laughter, the latter clutching onto the former to avoid crumpling to the ground, and they effectively jump up to the top of Jonghyun’s mental list of Least Favorite Dongsaengs Ever.
“Done,” Minho says when he finishes tightening the last buckle over Jonghyun’s foot. He pushes up off the snow into a standing position. Jonghyun copies him-and promptly falls back down onto his ass. There’s a snort from behind him that sounds suspiciously like Kibum. To his credit, Minho grins but doesn’t laugh. “Push harder, hyung. It’s hard to get used to in the beginning.”
It takes Jonghyun two more tries before he finally manages to get to his feet. He twists his head around to beam at Minho, but then his board starts sliding against his will. He flails his arms. “Minho, shit. Minho!” A pair of arms wrap around his torso from behind, keeping him from going anywhere.
“It’s okay, hyung, I got you.” Minho’s snickering now-Jonghyun can feel the vibrations of his body even through their thick jackets-but his grasp on Jonghyun’s waist is firm.
“Ow,” Jonghyun says when he falls on his ass the very first time, a foot or two from the top of the mountain.
Five minutes later, he falls onto his stomach-“Oof”-and skids down the icy slope a bit before finally coming to a stop at a soft patch of snow.
“Holy shit,” he exclaims when he slides off the trail altogether, his treacherous body finally coming to a stop at the base of a tree. A kid-he can’t be more than twelve, from the looks of it-whizzes by on his snowboard, cool and composed.
Jonghyun scowls as Minho stops at his side, looking like he’s just stepped out of some sportswear catalogue. “I swear to God, my snowboard hates me,” he informs the taller boy. Something sharp jabs at his back, and Jonghyun whips his head to the side in time to see two figures speeding by. “And I hate Lee Jinki and Kim Kibum!” he adds loudly, hearing the sound of their laughter echoing behind them.
“Bend your knees a little,” Jonghyun hears Minho call behind him, “Hyung, bend your knees!”
I can’t, these fucking snowboard boots are in the way, Jonghyun wants to shriek back, but he’s too busy trying to control where he’s going. Shit shit shit too fast too fast. His board goes over a tiny bump on the slope and he wobbles dangerously, pinwheeling his arms in an attempt to regain his balance. He manages to stay upright for a couple of seconds before he loses it completely and tumbles face first into the snow, the momentum sending his body into a full flip until he’s sprawled flat on his back, staring up at the sky. He hears the skid of a board on snow before a tall figure dressed in black appears at the edge of his vision.
“Are you okay, hyung?” Minho asks, leaning over him, his eyes wide.
Jonghyun waves the concern off. “I’m fine, just. Contemplating the best way to commit suicide,” he answers, voice muffled by the scarf covering the bottom half of his face. “I hate my life so much.”
Minho laughs, carefully falling backwards to sit on the snow next to him.
“How long have we even been here?” Jonghyun digs his cell phone out of his pocket, his movements made clumsy by his cold, stiff fingers, and squints at the time. “We’ve only been here three hours? Why is it not the end of the day yet. I fell, like. I don’t even remember how many times.”
“Seventeen,” Minho says automatically, the corners of his lips twitching.
Jonghyun pushes himself up onto his elbows and glares at the other boy. “Yah, you actually kept count?”
Minho’s lips widen into a full-blown smirk. “You haven’t been doing that badly, hyung. We’re more than halfway down the mountain now.”
“Jinki hyung and Kibum lapped us. Twice. And Taeminnie lapped us once.” Jonghyun flops back down onto the snow and throws a gloved hand over his eyes. “Just leave me here, Minho-yah, I’m hopeless. Leave me here to get hypothermia and die.”
“You’re overreacting, hyung,” Minho intones.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun says, and maybe he’s a little cranky, but his entire body hurts from falling so many times, his ass is so numb it feels like it’s going to fall off, and he can barely move his legs. He doesn’t even think he has the energy to get up. “Just. Go without me, okay? I’ll meet you at the bottom. I just want to rest for a bit.”
There’s the sound of Minho shifting around, and Jonghyun thinks maybe he really is going to get up and go ahead without him. Jonghyun glances over, schooling his face into one of indifference, but instead Minho is leaning back on his elbows with a soft smile. “It’s fine,” he says, “I’ll just wait until you’re ready to get up.”
They decide to take a break after they finally reach the bottom of the mountain, Minho typing out a quick text to the other members to let them know. The lodge is warm and toasty, and Jonghyun sighs in relief when he pulls off his multiple layers, leaving only a T-shirt on. He swings his arms around, enjoying the full range of his movements. He buys Minho lunch, because he’s an awesome hyung, and he feels kind of guilty for making Minho waste his vacation on a hopeless cause.
“It’s not a big deal,” Jonghyun begins, wrapping his fingers around his cup of tea and feeling the warmth start to seep into his numb hands, “Just go out by yourself after lunch. Or go with Taemin. I’ll just chill here, or something. You haven’t even gotten the chance to have fun and actually snowboard.”
Minho offers him a fry dipped in ketchup. Jonghyun leans forward to take it, but the other boy pulls it back when it’s a centimeter from Jonghyun’s lips and pops it into his own mouth instead. He laughs at Jonghyun’s glare, and feeds him the next fry. “It’s fine, hyung. I am having fun. I like teaching you.”
Jonghyun is about to demand to know what he means by that, and if he’s having fun watching Jonghyun fall, because if he is, it’s not funny at all, asshole, but then he spots the other three members at the entrance of the lodge and waves them over.
“Yah,” Kibum says, waddling toward their table in those stiff plastic boots, followed by Jinki and Taemin, “You couldn’t even wait for the rest of us to get here before you started to eat?” The three of them shrug out of their extra layers; Minho grabs Jinki’s shirt to steady him out of habit when the older boy tries to pull his sweatshirt over his head.
“We were hungry,” Jonghyun says, stealing another fry from Minho.
“Even you were hungry?” Kibum asks, holding a hand to his cheek in exaggerated surprise. He plops down in the seat next to Jonghyun. “I guess falling on your ass burns more calories than I thought. How many times did you wipe out, anyway?”
“Well how many times did you fall?” Jonghyun shoots back.
Kibum runs a hand through his hair-it’s not fair that Kibum didn’t use a beanie when Jonghyun has the worst case of hat hair right now-and shakes his bangs out of his face. “You forget,” he says, smirking, “I did water skiing in high school.” Jonghyun’s face falls.
“By which he means,” Jinki interjects, grinning, “That he fell a decent number of times too.” Jonghyun laughs, and Kibum swats at both of them, scowling.
“Whatever, skiing on water and snow aren’t that similar, okay? And some of the slopes were really icy. It’s not my fault!”
No one points out that Kibum had been the one to bring up water skiing in the first place.
“So hyung,” Taemin pipes up, nudging Minho’s arm, “How did Jonghyun hyung do today?”
For a second, Jonghyun thinks Minho is going to be a smug bastard and tell them all exactly how many times he fell-twenty-one, by the time they make it all the way down the mountain-but instead Minho just grins, reaching across the table to pat Jongyhyun’s hand. “He did pretty well,” he says, his palm warm against Jonghyun’s knuckles.
*****
... Is it very obvious that this is pretty much a pointless fic and I mostly wrote this because I miss skiing? :(