Can you handle it? Chapter 1
A/N: This was a spur of the moment fic because I was bored, and i have a lot of ideas right now, so i went for it. It might turn out to become a total failure, but that's okay too. It's in parts because I'm too lazy to type it all out...I think that covers it all. OH, and it's un-betad obviously ^.^
Jonghyun walked into the kitchen and found a very tired looking Onew. He had, had a very
bad night dealing with their maknae, Taemin because he had somehow managed to
get sick. It was surprising because Key was so much of a neat and clean freak
that they were all sure that none of them would EVER get sick. EVER!
But apparently, Taemin managed to get the flu and Onew, being the caring appa that
he is, volunteered to watch after Tae for the night. “Hey Onew. Did you sleep well last night?” Jonghyun teased as he walked over to the kitchen table and sat across from Onew.
“Piss off dino face. You would be tired too if you took care of a vomiting teenager all night long. He is finally sleeping, and I have a schedule today, so I can’t go back to sleep. God, I don’t know how Kibum does it.” Onew got up and filled his mug with more coffee.
Jonghyun watches, perplexed, as Onew sips on his coffee…Black. It’s strange to him because
he was under the impression that Onew didn’t drink coffee. And if he did, it
would have to be filled with sugar and sweet stuffs to make it taste good. Eh, he was wrong. Or maybe it was because Onew was too lazy to fix a proper cup of coffe due to his tiredness.
“I’m sorry dubu. I was just poking fun because you look really, REALLY tired. Why
don’t you take off for the day and sleep? I promise that I’ll watch over Taemin
while the others are gone and you’re asleep.” Cocking his head to the side he asks,
“And when did you start to drink black coffee?”
“You would do that for me? Seriously? You would really let me take off for the day
while you take care of an emotional, vomiting mess of a teenager? Do you think
you can handle it? I don’t think you can.” Onew walks over to where Jonghyun is
sitting and bends down to look him straight in the face, with only two inches
between them, to whisper, “I don’t think that you can, but I’ll take your offer
anyway, arraso? Oh, and by the way, your breath smells horrible.” With that, he
grabs his mobile off of the counter and goes to call the manager to notify him
that he will be taking off for today.
Jonghyun is still sitting in the chair, face full of surprise. He’s never been that
close with Onew before. I mean if you don’t count all the photo shoots with
them hugging or the fanservice on stage. All of that was never voluntary or it
was for the fans because they enjoy giving the crowd heart attacks.