The three times Taemin’s body rebels against him, and the one time it doesn’t [drabbles]
Title: The three times Taemin’s body rebels against him, and the one time it doesn’t
Author: ixjaydee
Rating: G
Prompt: "Better last than first, because it ends at me with you."
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
Word Count: ~ 300 words each
AN;; a series of Taemin drabbles for shawol_haven 's third challenge. Voting is soon. Why can't I stay away from you guys?
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Bite Your Tongue
TaeKey
Taemin was always the last one out for schedules. Not because he was the last one awake. That was Jinki’s job to always wake up last. He was always the last one out, simply because he could never get into the bathroom before Key did, and for some reason, Key always spent an abnormally long time in the shower.
“Hyung!” Taemin hammered on the door. “Hyung! You’ve been in there forever! I only need five minutes to shower and another five minutes to brush my teeth! Come on!” He sighed when he didn’t hear a response from the older man. He continued to bang on the door until he heard the squeak of the shower faucets turning.
There were some noises before the bathroom door opened, hitting Taemin with steam. He gulped as he saw Key standing there, hair wet over his face, water dripping down his chest and soaking into the towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. Key smirked at him for a moment before looking out into the empty hallway.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“G-gone. They left for the van already.” Key nodded before stepping out of the way, waving his arm for Taemin to use the bathroom. “It’s all yours.” Taemin’s eyes followed him as he made his way to his room.
“Oh, and Taemin. You might want to pick your jaw up from the floor.” Taemin didn’t even realize his mouth was open. He quickly shut it and whimpered as pain shot through his tongue. Great. He shuffled into the bathroom and stuck out his tongue.
“Great. This thuckth.” He rinsed out his mouth and smiled slightly, despite the pain in his mouth. He didn’t mind having to use the bathroom last if he got to see Key like that more often.
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Bruised and Confused
OnTae
Taemin was sweating from the dance rehearsal. He originally came in wearing a sweater and some sweat pants, but by the end of the practice, one of the legs of his sweat pants was pulled up to his knee, and his sweater was on the floor against the wall, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt.
He decided to stay behind with Jinki because he was having some trouble with the choreography. Quite frankly though, when Lucifer played over the speakers for the millionth time that day, Taemin was ready to give up and collapse on the floor.
“Are you tired, Taemin? If you are, you can go home with the others.” The others had left the dance studio a long time ago. But Taemin would feel bad if he just left his leader like that without even trying to help him.
“It’s okay, Jinki-hyung. I can run through it a couple more times with you.” Jinki smiled brightly at him before wiping away some sweat on his forehead. They danced as the song started again. It must’ve blurred together in Taemin’s mind because he yelped when he and Jinki crashed into each other, falling in a tangled mass of limbs on the floor.
“Ow!” He felt Jinki’s elbow dig into his side when the older man struggled to detach himself from him in a hurry. “Oh god! Taemin! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Taemin cut him off with a wave of his hand and sat up, breathing hard. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” Jinki laughed at him and pulled him up.
“I think so too.” Taemin lifted up his shirt slightly to look at his side. Great. A small purple bruise was already appearing on his side from where Jinki’s elbow met his body.
“Taemin?” He quickly dropped his shirt and ran around the room to grab his things before Jinki turned off the lights. He threw an arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. “Thanks for staying behind to help me.”
“No problem hyung. It was the least I could do.”
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Don’t Choke
JongTae
Practicing singing with Jonghyun was like trying to out sing a CD on repeat. Usually the only one who could keep up with him was Jinki, but he had excused himself earlier in the night claiming to be deathly tired. Minho and Key had left earlier after their parts were recorded, leaving Taemin behind with Jonghyun.
The two of them practiced singing, Taemin playing the exercises on the piano. “Hey Taemin. Do you know how to play this song?” Jonghyun rummaged through some folders of sheet music before pulling out a set of originals to place in front of Taemin. He looked through the music for a moment before playing a few bars.
“I could figure it out. Why?”
“Play it for me will you?” Taemin squinted at the music before starting off slowly. Jonghyun started to sing the small printed words underneath. Taemin didn’t have the luxury of looking at them as he played along. Suddenly, he felt Jonghyun nudge him in the middle of the singing and point to a spot on the music.
Taemin chimed in a few notes, after getting a general feel for the piece. Jonghyun’s voice suddenly turned into a harmony with his, the both of them singing like the world was going to end. Taemin saw the approaching high note and tensed. His voice cracked as he suddenly started to cough, choking on air.
He stopped playing and started coughing violently. Jonghyun patted him on the back before handing him a bottle of water. Taemin took a drink and took a few deep breaths. “Dang. And that was going so well too. Oh well. Time to head home anyway.” Taemin sighed. Nothing was going right lately.
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Last to Sleep
2min
Taemin sat on the couch with his head leaned back. No one needed his help today. He wasn’t last for anything except for going to sleep. His favorite variety show was on, and he wanted to watch it at least once during the week. Everyone else was asleep in their rooms, except for Minho, who walked out of the bathroom and fell onto the couch beside him.
“What are you still doing up?”
“Show. I’ve missed it all week, and now I’m finally free to watch it this week.” Minho grinned and poked Taemin in the side, which earned him a hiss from the other boy. He raised an eyebrow as Taemin’s hands circled his side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah... I just... Dance practice with Jinki hyung.” Minho nodded knowingly and chuckled to himself. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.” The two sat in silence again, Minho’s arm stretched across the back of the couch. He scooted closer and closer to the smaller boy without him seeming to notice until he was right up against him. Taemin sighed and leaned over onto Minho’s shoulder. “Thanks for keeping me company so late at night hyung. It means a lot.”
“No problem. I don’t mind being the last one to sleep sometimes.”
Author: ixjaydee
Rating: G
Prompt: "Better last than first, because it ends at me with you."
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
Word Count: ~ 300 words each
AN;; a series of Taemin drabbles for shawol_haven 's third challenge. Voting is soon. Why can't I stay away from you guys?
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Bite Your Tongue
TaeKey
Taemin was always the last one out for schedules. Not because he was the last one awake. That was Jinki’s job to always wake up last. He was always the last one out, simply because he could never get into the bathroom before Key did, and for some reason, Key always spent an abnormally long time in the shower.
“Hyung!” Taemin hammered on the door. “Hyung! You’ve been in there forever! I only need five minutes to shower and another five minutes to brush my teeth! Come on!” He sighed when he didn’t hear a response from the older man. He continued to bang on the door until he heard the squeak of the shower faucets turning.
There were some noises before the bathroom door opened, hitting Taemin with steam. He gulped as he saw Key standing there, hair wet over his face, water dripping down his chest and soaking into the towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. Key smirked at him for a moment before looking out into the empty hallway.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“G-gone. They left for the van already.” Key nodded before stepping out of the way, waving his arm for Taemin to use the bathroom. “It’s all yours.” Taemin’s eyes followed him as he made his way to his room.
“Oh, and Taemin. You might want to pick your jaw up from the floor.” Taemin didn’t even realize his mouth was open. He quickly shut it and whimpered as pain shot through his tongue. Great. He shuffled into the bathroom and stuck out his tongue.
“Great. This thuckth.” He rinsed out his mouth and smiled slightly, despite the pain in his mouth. He didn’t mind having to use the bathroom last if he got to see Key like that more often.
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Bruised and Confused
OnTae
Taemin was sweating from the dance rehearsal. He originally came in wearing a sweater and some sweat pants, but by the end of the practice, one of the legs of his sweat pants was pulled up to his knee, and his sweater was on the floor against the wall, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt.
He decided to stay behind with Jinki because he was having some trouble with the choreography. Quite frankly though, when Lucifer played over the speakers for the millionth time that day, Taemin was ready to give up and collapse on the floor.
“Are you tired, Taemin? If you are, you can go home with the others.” The others had left the dance studio a long time ago. But Taemin would feel bad if he just left his leader like that without even trying to help him.
“It’s okay, Jinki-hyung. I can run through it a couple more times with you.” Jinki smiled brightly at him before wiping away some sweat on his forehead. They danced as the song started again. It must’ve blurred together in Taemin’s mind because he yelped when he and Jinki crashed into each other, falling in a tangled mass of limbs on the floor.
“Ow!” He felt Jinki’s elbow dig into his side when the older man struggled to detach himself from him in a hurry. “Oh god! Taemin! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Taemin cut him off with a wave of his hand and sat up, breathing hard. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” Jinki laughed at him and pulled him up.
“I think so too.” Taemin lifted up his shirt slightly to look at his side. Great. A small purple bruise was already appearing on his side from where Jinki’s elbow met his body.
“Taemin?” He quickly dropped his shirt and ran around the room to grab his things before Jinki turned off the lights. He threw an arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. “Thanks for staying behind to help me.”
“No problem hyung. It was the least I could do.”
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Don’t Choke
JongTae
Practicing singing with Jonghyun was like trying to out sing a CD on repeat. Usually the only one who could keep up with him was Jinki, but he had excused himself earlier in the night claiming to be deathly tired. Minho and Key had left earlier after their parts were recorded, leaving Taemin behind with Jonghyun.
The two of them practiced singing, Taemin playing the exercises on the piano. “Hey Taemin. Do you know how to play this song?” Jonghyun rummaged through some folders of sheet music before pulling out a set of originals to place in front of Taemin. He looked through the music for a moment before playing a few bars.
“I could figure it out. Why?”
“Play it for me will you?” Taemin squinted at the music before starting off slowly. Jonghyun started to sing the small printed words underneath. Taemin didn’t have the luxury of looking at them as he played along. Suddenly, he felt Jonghyun nudge him in the middle of the singing and point to a spot on the music.
Taemin chimed in a few notes, after getting a general feel for the piece. Jonghyun’s voice suddenly turned into a harmony with his, the both of them singing like the world was going to end. Taemin saw the approaching high note and tensed. His voice cracked as he suddenly started to cough, choking on air.
He stopped playing and started coughing violently. Jonghyun patted him on the back before handing him a bottle of water. Taemin took a drink and took a few deep breaths. “Dang. And that was going so well too. Oh well. Time to head home anyway.” Taemin sighed. Nothing was going right lately.
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Last to Sleep
2min
Taemin sat on the couch with his head leaned back. No one needed his help today. He wasn’t last for anything except for going to sleep. His favorite variety show was on, and he wanted to watch it at least once during the week. Everyone else was asleep in their rooms, except for Minho, who walked out of the bathroom and fell onto the couch beside him.
“What are you still doing up?”
“Show. I’ve missed it all week, and now I’m finally free to watch it this week.” Minho grinned and poked Taemin in the side, which earned him a hiss from the other boy. He raised an eyebrow as Taemin’s hands circled his side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah... I just... Dance practice with Jinki hyung.” Minho nodded knowingly and chuckled to himself. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.” The two sat in silence again, Minho’s arm stretched across the back of the couch. He scooted closer and closer to the smaller boy without him seeming to notice until he was right up against him. Taemin sighed and leaned over onto Minho’s shoulder. “Thanks for keeping me company so late at night hyung. It means a lot.”
“No problem. I don’t mind being the last one to sleep sometimes.”