My Lovely Dongaseng
My Lovely Dongaseng
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comedy/light-hearted
!friendship Jonghyun&Taemin
A/N: I came up with this after being yelled at so many times after doing my laundry, not turning them inside out before putting them in the dryer, dropping bobby pins into the washer and jamming it, washing too many clothes, putting in to much detergent, etc.
Jonghyun thinks Taemin is the perfect dongaseng, but really, Taemin is just in it for himself.
“Hyung! Let me do your laundry for you from now on. You’re probably too busy and tired now that you’re in a new group!” Taemin tackled Jonghyun from the behind. The startled older one nearly fell off the couch and he rubbed his head, dazed. “Eh?” He stood up. “Really? Really? You’d do that for me? Wow Taemin, you’re so sweet! I lovee you soooo muccchhhhhhhh. Soooooo mucchhhh” Jonghyun bear hugged the little boy and rocked the two of them back and forth in glee.
Taemin stood at the laundromat, unloading Jonghyun’s clothes. The continuous quiet rumbling of the washing machines ran in the background and the mothers chatting with each other. The warm and noisy environment was pleasing on a Sunday afternoon, but Taemin couldn't have cared less. To be honest, he had wanted to do Jonghyun's laundry for a while now because he knew that he would get paid. Self-paid, that is. He planned to shove his hands in Jonghyun's back pockets so many times it sounded wrong. Taemin chuckled to himself. He had heard Jonghyun groan in despair every time he took out his clean laundry only to find washed and unusable 20 dollar bills. Repeatedly. It was a habit he had. Jonghyun did use his wallet, but when he was in a rush, he would just stick it in his back pocket for safekeeping. This is where Taemin came in. He would help his hyung like the perfect little dongaseng, doing him two favors. One, doing his beloved, no, Jonghyun the idiot’s laundry, and two, checking all the pockets.
g
comedy/light-hearted
!friendship Jonghyun&Taemin
A/N: I came up with this after being yelled at so many times after doing my laundry, not turning them inside out before putting them in the dryer, dropping bobby pins into the washer and jamming it, washing too many clothes, putting in to much detergent, etc.
Jonghyun thinks Taemin is the perfect dongaseng, but really, Taemin is just in it for himself.
“Hyung! Let me do your laundry for you from now on. You’re probably too busy and tired now that you’re in a new group!” Taemin tackled Jonghyun from the behind. The startled older one nearly fell off the couch and he rubbed his head, dazed. “Eh?” He stood up. “Really? Really? You’d do that for me? Wow Taemin, you’re so sweet! I lovee you soooo muccchhhhhhhh. Soooooo mucchhhh” Jonghyun bear hugged the little boy and rocked the two of them back and forth in glee.
Taemin stood at the laundromat, unloading Jonghyun’s clothes. The continuous quiet rumbling of the washing machines ran in the background and the mothers chatting with each other. The warm and noisy environment was pleasing on a Sunday afternoon, but Taemin couldn't have cared less. To be honest, he had wanted to do Jonghyun's laundry for a while now because he knew that he would get paid. Self-paid, that is. He planned to shove his hands in Jonghyun's back pockets so many times it sounded wrong. Taemin chuckled to himself. He had heard Jonghyun groan in despair every time he took out his clean laundry only to find washed and unusable 20 dollar bills. Repeatedly. It was a habit he had. Jonghyun did use his wallet, but when he was in a rush, he would just stick it in his back pocket for safekeeping. This is where Taemin came in. He would help his hyung like the perfect little dongaseng, doing him two favors. One, doing his beloved, no, Jonghyun the idiot’s laundry, and two, checking all the pockets.