Twenty Two
Title: Twenty Two
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: SHINee, slight!onho
Word count: 2,155
Summary: Exhausted Minho is incredibly exhausted after a needed concert practice by himself. When he comes home (hotel), he plans to fall right into bed . . . Until he saw the glow under the hotel-room's door.
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He wouldn’t be lying when he said he was tired.
Between the concerts, the new Japanese video, modeling, and whatever else he was doing but couldn’t think of, he was almost burnt out.
It wasn’t like he was allowed to stop, nor would he. He wanted to do this since his first year of training, and he wasn’t going to stop now because he was tired.
They were still in Singapore for the week, a day from the next concert.
They boys went back to the hotel and Minho stayed a few extra hours because there were some technical difficulties with his props and he hadn’t gotten proper practice time. The directors had asked him nicely if he could finally do practice as he was supposed to and he knew he had no right to say ‘no’.
So here he was, now finishing up the end of AYO all by himself, jumping with the song and screaming out ‘Ay!’ alone as the directors had watched.
The sweat dropped from his forehead to the floor in puddles, his lungs ready to give out and his legs ready to become watery. He always had to work this hard in his trainee years, but it’d been four years since then, and it became almost unfamiliar to Minho now.
The music stopped and Minho huffed for air, bending over and placing his hand on his knees, trying to prevent himself from falling over and sleeping in heat.
“Minho?” his manager called for him off the stage, “Minho, you’re done, now.”
Minho looked over to him, still catching his breath as he nodded, blowing the sweat that fell to his chapped lips.
It took a little bit, but he managed to at least stumble off the stage. Thankfully the staff was there with a lot of water and towels to dry himself as he handed them the microphone before his manager wished him to change his clothes and get into the van.
When he sat down in the seat-which was a little stiff-he took a whole load off, pulling his hair back from his forehead and relishing in the cold without a jacket. It felt so much better outside than the suffocating large room.
“You okay?” his manager asked as he got in, turning the van on and slowly driving out of the parking lot.
“I’m good,” Minho breathed, closing his eyes and laying his head back on the head rest, incredibly happy he got the chance to close his eyes.
“You worked double time today,” his manager sighed, “I’m sorry the equipment wasn’t working out. I should’ve just stopped you the first practice.”
Minho smiled a little, always bashful when his manager talked like this, “It doesn’t matter now, Hyung. It’s worth it as long as people come tomorrow. I’ll just get some sleep and I’ll be good as new.”
He heard his manager sigh, but he wasn’t really listening. He was most engrossed in the darkness behind his lids and the dulling ache in his arms and legs.
“So . . . Anything special tomorrow?” his manager suddenly asked.
Minho’s big eyes slightly opened, eyebrows raised, “Uh, Hyung, we’ve got a concert tomorrow.”
He saw his manager’s eyes roll in the mirror, “Of course.”
“That’s about it,” Minho nodded thoughtfully, closing his eyes again, “You’re awful at small talk, Hyung.”
His manager stayed quiet, yet, Minho thought he heard another sigh emit from him.
Minho spent the rest of the ride in silence, thinking about absolutely nothing as he tried to fall asleep in the car, which he knew he shouldn’t do because it was a pain to wake him up.
But he wasn’t upset about being this tired. As long as SHINee had a full house tomorrow, that’d completely make up for it. He was in this for the fans; for the support. He wasn’t going to quit on them-not now, not ever. If it required him to work until he’d collapse, then so be it.
“Alright, Minho,” the manager lightly called, “Hotel is just out your door. Go head up to the room by yourself-the fans are cleared out.”
Lightly nodding, Minho heaved himself out of the car and into the colder atmosphere, slowly trudging his way into the hotel building. Not saying any polite hellos or smiling, he took the empty elevator and pressed a smooth button for his floor.
He leaned back on the wall, zoning out from the elevator music and just waiting for the ding of his arrival.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t long before that sound announced the doors to open. He pushed himself from the wall, sliding his heavy legs to the door down the fancily decorated hall.
He gripped the knob, twisting it and going through.
It was dark-of course it was dark. The members were sleeping. He blindly let his hand on the wall guide him to a room, patiently waiting to find a door.
He stumbled it a bit, sighing how he wished his eyes would get used to the darkness already.
But, he still found the door, and when he had, something odd had come from it.
He was about to open the door until he saw that under the door way a dim glow. Minho clearly remembered there weren’t any candles in the room, and it was too dim for it to be light from lamps.
The lights wavered a little and Minho just stared at it for a moment.
. . . But then he decided he was just extremely tired and just needed to sleep.
He opened the door, rubbing his eyes as he shut it behind him, looking up to what he thought would be darkness.
Even though his eyes were heavy and drooped, he managed to get them as big as they could go.
Everyone in SHINee: Jonghyun, Key, Taemin, and Onew just stood there around the source of the light, staring at him with smiles.
Minho grew confused as to why the light source was on a small cake-why there was a cake period. What was the occasion?
The first thing he saw was Key’s smile slightly dimming, his eyebrows raised in surprise, “Minho, don’t tell me you forgot.”
The stupor of tiredness washed away as he grew more curious and confused that he was supposed to know what was going on.
“Oh my god, Hyung,” Taemin’s smile fell, “You seriously . . . forgot.”
Jonghyun-holding the small cake-shook his head, but the smile was clearly still on his face, rolling his eyes at him, “You dumb frog.”
Onew, still smiling, walked up to Minho and put his hand on his back, slightly rubbing it and helping him move forward, “We can’t blame you, either, Minho. It’s been a tough year for you to keep track.”
Minho sighed a little, liking the small knead Onew pressured on his back since he knew how tense he’d be after the long hours. Onew smiled wider as they grew closer to the candles.
Taemin came over to Minho, grabbing his hand and slightly shaking it, running his thumb over the dorsum of his hand, “You worked really hard, Hyung.”
Minho still didn’t know what they were talking about, but he didn’t ask. They were all saying things that would probably lead up to it.
Next, Key came over, replacing Taemin and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Minho looked at him, but Key just nudged him, “You may be a dumb frog, but he’s right, you’ve done a lot this year.”
“Now,” Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly, as he took a few step forward, lifting the cake near his face, “Why in the world would we have a cake and be paying so much attention to you?”
“Um . . .” Minho’s mind went blank.
“He’s fried,” Key mocked, letting him go, “Double time practice has killed his poor brain cells.”
Onew chuckled, kneading into Minho’s back again and looked up at him. Minho looked at him, still bewildered in his own little amnesic state, yet relaxed as Onew pressured on his back.
“Minho-ah,” Onew smiled, “Do you know today's date?”
Minho looked back at Jonghyun, hoping that he of all people would just spit it out already.
“No . . .” he said honestly. He forgot the date since he never had time to focus on it. All he knew was that it was Sunday . . .
“Dear god, you're so stupid, Minho-ah,” Jonghyun huffed, pointing his mouth away from the cake so he didn’t blow out the candles, “It’s your birthday, Minho.”
Minho raised his eyebrows in shock, completely dazed that he heard it was his birthday.
“. . . My birthday’s today?”
“No, it isn’t,” Taemin rolled his eyes, gathering up Onew and Key behind Jonghyun, “This is all pretend, Hyung.”
Key lightly smacked him, “Shut up, he might really think he’s dreaming or something! He’s that stupid sometimes.”
“Key-ah, be nice,” Onew reminded him, beckoning Minho closer with a finger, “Come on, Minho. We know you’re tired, but we’d really have no time after the concert to do this. We don’t want to smash the cake in your face now, so we’ll leave that to the concert. We just really want to share a meaningful moment with you while we’re just as five.”
Minho’s eyes stayed on the cake as he looked down seeing a ’22’ scrawled on the cake.
Minho couldn't contain how heartfelt he was-his member remembering his birthday like the back of their hand . . . while he forgot it somehow.
But it was still the best. Instead of publicizing it and having this big huge party, the just made it a personal little gathering that just filled them all with memories of the past.
(Not that a huge party was bad-but Minho would’ve been really irritable if that’s what he came back to see.)
“I tried my best . . .” Jonghyun muttered, seeing Minho’s amused expression as he admitted his doing of drawing on the number.
Minho looked up at Jonghyun and softly smiled, nodding before he grew ready to blow the candles out.
“Wait!” Taemin yelled, “We have to sing!”
“No, you really don’t,” Minho answered, nodding his head thoughtfully, “I think, since you guys are doing this on stage too, I think I’d like everyone to sing this year. It’s the only thing I’d want.”
They made small murmurs in agreement-Taemin a little objective-obeying how Minho wanted it.
Minho then blew out the three candles circled (more like a triangle) around the ‘22’, everyone making quiet cheers.
“Happy birthday, Minho,” they simultaneously congratulated.
In seconds, Onew turned the lights back on. Minho shielded his eyes for a moment, trying to adjust, before someone took his wrists and guided him to the bed.
“What?” Minho asked, eyes squinting and still unable to see who it was as the back of his knees hit the bed. Everything was happening so suddenly that it was dazing.
“We’ll put the cake in the fridge,” he heard Onew’s voice as a door shut-probably Jonghyun taking away the cake-, “You need to sleep. It’s one in the morning and we all know you’re dying. Sorry I turned on the lights so quick, Jonghyun would've dropped the cake on the way out and we should all be sleeping.”
When Minho sat on the bed, Onew let go of him and slightly pushed on his chest for him to lie down as they all got ready to go to bed themselves.
Minho opened his eyes a little more, looking at each of his brothers-Jonghyun returning and looking really short at the moment-with a small smile.
How could he forget his birthday, he would never know. But just that moment seemed incredibly nice-like they used to back in trainee years long ago.
It felt like the good times they had together were resurfacing and playing over again, but this time, he was twenty two.
He sat up again, catching everyone’s attention.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to be louder, “Thanks a lot, guys.”
Each one of them smiled, nodding and responding, happy to have made the moment special.
“Go to sleep, Minho,” Jonghyun teasingly ordered, “We need you to live.”
Minho slightly chuckled, ruffling with his hair while proceeding to lie back down.
The light turned out again and the four found their way to their beds, getting under the blankets and snuggling in their warmth.
“Happy birthday, Minho.”
“Happy birthday, Hyung.”
“Happy birthday, Minho.”
“Happy birthday, Minho-ah,” Onew was the last to say, in the bed next to him.
Minho looked over, eyes adjusting to the dark and seeing the smile on his face as he laid on his side. Minho smiled back before facing towards the ceiling, feeling incredibly happy, yet the exhaustion caught back up to him.
“I love you guys.”
---Note~---
Alrighty, hi. c:
I'll admit, it's really choppy, but I really couldn't find it in myself to make it better. I wanted to make this so good, but my brain was fried, too.
I forgot where SHINee would be, so I wasn't sure where this would take place. Until I remembered Onew correcting their translator and saying "DECEMBER NINE!" was when I remembered they were in Singapore again.
Anyway, I want to say happy birthday to my bias, even though he'll never see this (I don't think I'd mind him reading only this oneshot). I love you lots and lots and won't give up on you being number one bias in SHINee, even though I'm a SHINee bias whore (yes, I kind of . . . waver at times. I'm working on stopping that). But, I think it's okay: Minho's a hyung whore and I'm a bias whore. It works out in the end!
So, ladies and gents (are there really any guys who read? xD) since tomorrow would be Minho's birthday in America's time, would you want another? I'm only planning to do an OnHo/Minew (they're just the same thing) romantic, mature contented oneshot ("smut"). Even if I don't get comments about it, I might still write it and let myself get all red in the face as I post it. I've written smut before, but I have this thing about posting it. I legit don't know a lot about it because I'm not a guy and resulting to fanfics aren't the best source, tbh.
Anyway, I'm done here and ready for bed even though it's six...
Thank you for views and comments. cc:
Bye. c:
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe
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Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: SHINee, slight!onho
Word count: 2,155
Summary: Exhausted Minho is incredibly exhausted after a needed concert practice by himself. When he comes home (hotel), he plans to fall right into bed . . . Until he saw the glow under the hotel-room's door.
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He wouldn’t be lying when he said he was tired.
Between the concerts, the new Japanese video, modeling, and whatever else he was doing but couldn’t think of, he was almost burnt out.
It wasn’t like he was allowed to stop, nor would he. He wanted to do this since his first year of training, and he wasn’t going to stop now because he was tired.
They were still in Singapore for the week, a day from the next concert.
They boys went back to the hotel and Minho stayed a few extra hours because there were some technical difficulties with his props and he hadn’t gotten proper practice time. The directors had asked him nicely if he could finally do practice as he was supposed to and he knew he had no right to say ‘no’.
So here he was, now finishing up the end of AYO all by himself, jumping with the song and screaming out ‘Ay!’ alone as the directors had watched.
The sweat dropped from his forehead to the floor in puddles, his lungs ready to give out and his legs ready to become watery. He always had to work this hard in his trainee years, but it’d been four years since then, and it became almost unfamiliar to Minho now.
The music stopped and Minho huffed for air, bending over and placing his hand on his knees, trying to prevent himself from falling over and sleeping in heat.
“Minho?” his manager called for him off the stage, “Minho, you’re done, now.”
Minho looked over to him, still catching his breath as he nodded, blowing the sweat that fell to his chapped lips.
It took a little bit, but he managed to at least stumble off the stage. Thankfully the staff was there with a lot of water and towels to dry himself as he handed them the microphone before his manager wished him to change his clothes and get into the van.
When he sat down in the seat-which was a little stiff-he took a whole load off, pulling his hair back from his forehead and relishing in the cold without a jacket. It felt so much better outside than the suffocating large room.
“You okay?” his manager asked as he got in, turning the van on and slowly driving out of the parking lot.
“I’m good,” Minho breathed, closing his eyes and laying his head back on the head rest, incredibly happy he got the chance to close his eyes.
“You worked double time today,” his manager sighed, “I’m sorry the equipment wasn’t working out. I should’ve just stopped you the first practice.”
Minho smiled a little, always bashful when his manager talked like this, “It doesn’t matter now, Hyung. It’s worth it as long as people come tomorrow. I’ll just get some sleep and I’ll be good as new.”
He heard his manager sigh, but he wasn’t really listening. He was most engrossed in the darkness behind his lids and the dulling ache in his arms and legs.
“So . . . Anything special tomorrow?” his manager suddenly asked.
Minho’s big eyes slightly opened, eyebrows raised, “Uh, Hyung, we’ve got a concert tomorrow.”
He saw his manager’s eyes roll in the mirror, “Of course.”
“That’s about it,” Minho nodded thoughtfully, closing his eyes again, “You’re awful at small talk, Hyung.”
His manager stayed quiet, yet, Minho thought he heard another sigh emit from him.
Minho spent the rest of the ride in silence, thinking about absolutely nothing as he tried to fall asleep in the car, which he knew he shouldn’t do because it was a pain to wake him up.
But he wasn’t upset about being this tired. As long as SHINee had a full house tomorrow, that’d completely make up for it. He was in this for the fans; for the support. He wasn’t going to quit on them-not now, not ever. If it required him to work until he’d collapse, then so be it.
“Alright, Minho,” the manager lightly called, “Hotel is just out your door. Go head up to the room by yourself-the fans are cleared out.”
Lightly nodding, Minho heaved himself out of the car and into the colder atmosphere, slowly trudging his way into the hotel building. Not saying any polite hellos or smiling, he took the empty elevator and pressed a smooth button for his floor.
He leaned back on the wall, zoning out from the elevator music and just waiting for the ding of his arrival.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t long before that sound announced the doors to open. He pushed himself from the wall, sliding his heavy legs to the door down the fancily decorated hall.
He gripped the knob, twisting it and going through.
It was dark-of course it was dark. The members were sleeping. He blindly let his hand on the wall guide him to a room, patiently waiting to find a door.
He stumbled it a bit, sighing how he wished his eyes would get used to the darkness already.
But, he still found the door, and when he had, something odd had come from it.
He was about to open the door until he saw that under the door way a dim glow. Minho clearly remembered there weren’t any candles in the room, and it was too dim for it to be light from lamps.
The lights wavered a little and Minho just stared at it for a moment.
. . . But then he decided he was just extremely tired and just needed to sleep.
He opened the door, rubbing his eyes as he shut it behind him, looking up to what he thought would be darkness.
Even though his eyes were heavy and drooped, he managed to get them as big as they could go.
Everyone in SHINee: Jonghyun, Key, Taemin, and Onew just stood there around the source of the light, staring at him with smiles.
Minho grew confused as to why the light source was on a small cake-why there was a cake period. What was the occasion?
The first thing he saw was Key’s smile slightly dimming, his eyebrows raised in surprise, “Minho, don’t tell me you forgot.”
The stupor of tiredness washed away as he grew more curious and confused that he was supposed to know what was going on.
“Oh my god, Hyung,” Taemin’s smile fell, “You seriously . . . forgot.”
Jonghyun-holding the small cake-shook his head, but the smile was clearly still on his face, rolling his eyes at him, “You dumb frog.”
Onew, still smiling, walked up to Minho and put his hand on his back, slightly rubbing it and helping him move forward, “We can’t blame you, either, Minho. It’s been a tough year for you to keep track.”
Minho sighed a little, liking the small knead Onew pressured on his back since he knew how tense he’d be after the long hours. Onew smiled wider as they grew closer to the candles.
Taemin came over to Minho, grabbing his hand and slightly shaking it, running his thumb over the dorsum of his hand, “You worked really hard, Hyung.”
Minho still didn’t know what they were talking about, but he didn’t ask. They were all saying things that would probably lead up to it.
Next, Key came over, replacing Taemin and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Minho looked at him, but Key just nudged him, “You may be a dumb frog, but he’s right, you’ve done a lot this year.”
“Now,” Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly, as he took a few step forward, lifting the cake near his face, “Why in the world would we have a cake and be paying so much attention to you?”
“Um . . .” Minho’s mind went blank.
“He’s fried,” Key mocked, letting him go, “Double time practice has killed his poor brain cells.”
Onew chuckled, kneading into Minho’s back again and looked up at him. Minho looked at him, still bewildered in his own little amnesic state, yet relaxed as Onew pressured on his back.
“Minho-ah,” Onew smiled, “Do you know today's date?”
Minho looked back at Jonghyun, hoping that he of all people would just spit it out already.
“No . . .” he said honestly. He forgot the date since he never had time to focus on it. All he knew was that it was Sunday . . .
“Dear god, you're so stupid, Minho-ah,” Jonghyun huffed, pointing his mouth away from the cake so he didn’t blow out the candles, “It’s your birthday, Minho.”
Minho raised his eyebrows in shock, completely dazed that he heard it was his birthday.
“. . . My birthday’s today?”
“No, it isn’t,” Taemin rolled his eyes, gathering up Onew and Key behind Jonghyun, “This is all pretend, Hyung.”
Key lightly smacked him, “Shut up, he might really think he’s dreaming or something! He’s that stupid sometimes.”
“Key-ah, be nice,” Onew reminded him, beckoning Minho closer with a finger, “Come on, Minho. We know you’re tired, but we’d really have no time after the concert to do this. We don’t want to smash the cake in your face now, so we’ll leave that to the concert. We just really want to share a meaningful moment with you while we’re just as five.”
Minho’s eyes stayed on the cake as he looked down seeing a ’22’ scrawled on the cake.
Minho couldn't contain how heartfelt he was-his member remembering his birthday like the back of their hand . . . while he forgot it somehow.
But it was still the best. Instead of publicizing it and having this big huge party, the just made it a personal little gathering that just filled them all with memories of the past.
(Not that a huge party was bad-but Minho would’ve been really irritable if that’s what he came back to see.)
“I tried my best . . .” Jonghyun muttered, seeing Minho’s amused expression as he admitted his doing of drawing on the number.
Minho looked up at Jonghyun and softly smiled, nodding before he grew ready to blow the candles out.
“Wait!” Taemin yelled, “We have to sing!”
“No, you really don’t,” Minho answered, nodding his head thoughtfully, “I think, since you guys are doing this on stage too, I think I’d like everyone to sing this year. It’s the only thing I’d want.”
They made small murmurs in agreement-Taemin a little objective-obeying how Minho wanted it.
Minho then blew out the three candles circled (more like a triangle) around the ‘22’, everyone making quiet cheers.
“Happy birthday, Minho,” they simultaneously congratulated.
In seconds, Onew turned the lights back on. Minho shielded his eyes for a moment, trying to adjust, before someone took his wrists and guided him to the bed.
“What?” Minho asked, eyes squinting and still unable to see who it was as the back of his knees hit the bed. Everything was happening so suddenly that it was dazing.
“We’ll put the cake in the fridge,” he heard Onew’s voice as a door shut-probably Jonghyun taking away the cake-, “You need to sleep. It’s one in the morning and we all know you’re dying. Sorry I turned on the lights so quick, Jonghyun would've dropped the cake on the way out and we should all be sleeping.”
When Minho sat on the bed, Onew let go of him and slightly pushed on his chest for him to lie down as they all got ready to go to bed themselves.
Minho opened his eyes a little more, looking at each of his brothers-Jonghyun returning and looking really short at the moment-with a small smile.
How could he forget his birthday, he would never know. But just that moment seemed incredibly nice-like they used to back in trainee years long ago.
It felt like the good times they had together were resurfacing and playing over again, but this time, he was twenty two.
He sat up again, catching everyone’s attention.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to be louder, “Thanks a lot, guys.”
Each one of them smiled, nodding and responding, happy to have made the moment special.
“Go to sleep, Minho,” Jonghyun teasingly ordered, “We need you to live.”
Minho slightly chuckled, ruffling with his hair while proceeding to lie back down.
The light turned out again and the four found their way to their beds, getting under the blankets and snuggling in their warmth.
“Happy birthday, Minho.”
“Happy birthday, Hyung.”
“Happy birthday, Minho.”
“Happy birthday, Minho-ah,” Onew was the last to say, in the bed next to him.
Minho looked over, eyes adjusting to the dark and seeing the smile on his face as he laid on his side. Minho smiled back before facing towards the ceiling, feeling incredibly happy, yet the exhaustion caught back up to him.
“I love you guys.”
---Note~---
Alrighty, hi. c:
I'll admit, it's really choppy, but I really couldn't find it in myself to make it better. I wanted to make this so good, but my brain was fried, too.
I forgot where SHINee would be, so I wasn't sure where this would take place. Until I remembered Onew correcting their translator and saying "DECEMBER NINE!" was when I remembered they were in Singapore again.
Anyway, I want to say happy birthday to my bias, even though he'll never see this (I don't think I'd mind him reading only this oneshot). I love you lots and lots and won't give up on you being number one bias in SHINee, even though I'm a SHINee bias whore (yes, I kind of . . . waver at times. I'm working on stopping that). But, I think it's okay: Minho's a hyung whore and I'm a bias whore. It works out in the end!
So, ladies and gents (are there really any guys who read? xD) since tomorrow would be Minho's birthday in America's time, would you want another? I'm only planning to do an OnHo/Minew (they're just the same thing) romantic, mature contented oneshot ("smut"). Even if I don't get comments about it, I might still write it and let myself get all red in the face as I post it. I've written smut before, but I have this thing about posting it. I legit don't know a lot about it because I'm not a guy and resulting to fanfics aren't the best source, tbh.
Anyway, I'm done here and ready for bed even though it's six...
Thank you for views and comments. cc:
Bye. c:
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe
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