Colors ; JongTae
Motherfucker, I'm going to be so fucking late. Short and stumpy footsteps were shuffling, rushing through the empty narrow hallways. I should've never promised that asshole to baby his cousin. Hands were pushing against the walls, getting himself on balance. Fuck, I don't even know how to care for kids! Hushed puffs of breaths punched the chilly block. What if he's a fetus!?
"Fuck." Jonghyun combed his fingers through his hair.
"09-A," He taps lightly on the door, "Anyone in there?"
Who the fuck am I kidding? A fetus could never open the door.
"Fucking Jinki," he dug his hand into his pockets.
"Jong...hyun...?"
Maybe he indeed was mistaken, maybe he was caught off guard -or was it because he hadn't given Jinki a chance to speak when he'd jump on the opportunity to earn some quick cash.
"You're not a baby." Jonghyun blurted out.
"I'm... not. Not if you think I'm not one..."
Jonghyun was flustered, face flushing and eyes clouded with hesitation. This dude is hot.
"How old are you?" Is he old enough for me to stick my dick down his throat?
"Thirteen."
"Fucking jailbait."
"What?"
"Fuck." Jonghyun hissed, fists clenching by his side.
"Why do you keep saying that swear word? Onew-hyung told me it's a bad thing to say." he frowned.
Both of them stayed frozen, no one moved. No one dared to move.
"Grow the fuck up, you'll fucking speak like this when you're older." Jonghyun pushed against the door, walking into the house.
It was nice; the interior was simply furnished with a single bedroom.
"Do the both of you sleep together?" Jonghyun spoke to no one in particular, eyes roaming around the small apartment.
"What?" the door shut gently, soft but quick footsteps chasing up to him.
"I see there's only one room, do the both of you- Jinki and you sleep together?"
"Yeah. This is only temporary though. We're moving out in a couple of months."
Jonghyun walked around, fingers touching everything in sight. He walked into the room, and walked back out, eyes squinting in confusion.
"You guys share a bed?" fingers pointing at the only mattress in sight.
"Yeah. Are we not supposed to?"
"Not anywhere legal." he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing." Jonghyun settled himself onto the couch, picking up a coloring book.
Woah. This kid must have some serious anger in him.
"Hey kiddo, why'd you color the skies red?"
Jonghyun flipped to the other pages, brows quirked in amusement.
"My name is Taemin, and what difference does it make to you that I were to color them red?"
"Chill bro, just finding it weird that you'd color the trees black, and the skies in red. Just so you know, we don't have pink rabbits. I have to admit though, you do draw pretty well, but your coloring abilities are... you need help." Another pair of hands snatched the book away, "Hey!"
"Stop being such a prick, and no one told you that you were allowed to touch the properties of others'!"
"Don't get your panties in a twist, just saying."
"So what if I get my colors wrong? They don't make any difference to me to begin with!"
Jonghyun stood up, sighing. "Hey, I'm just kidding, you don't have to cry!"
"'I'm just kidding, you don't have to cry.' How easy for you to say that! Onew-hyung told me you were a nice person and wouldn't ever laugh at me. I guess he was just wrong." Taemin stared up, eyes nothing less than disappointment and hurt.
"Huh?"
"Everyone of you thinks it's so easy to perceive them? I don't even know what is red -how does it even look like?"
"Wait, what?"
"Don't you understand? I can't see most colors. I'm color blind."
"Oh." Fuck.
"Oh, man, I'm so sorry. I didn't know -Jinki didn't tell me!"
"Thanks for the apology, but no thanks since I've already known how big of a loser you are."
Shit.
Taemin kept all the crayons and paints on the floor, and threaded back, locking himself in the room.
"Just leave me alone and I won't tell Onew-hyung whatever you said." he last said.
Fuck. It's not going to end well.
Indeed, things didn't end well during that night. Although we might just want to mention something 12 years into the future where Jonghyun and Taemin actually got married in Canada and adopted a adorable baby boy. Not that you guys are going to care about their fightings and sweet-nothings. Also not how much of illegal hush-hush activities went around the both of them before Taemin turned 18. Boo, you whore.
"Fuck." Jonghyun combed his fingers through his hair.
"09-A," He taps lightly on the door, "Anyone in there?"
Who the fuck am I kidding? A fetus could never open the door.
"Fucking Jinki," he dug his hand into his pockets.
"Jong...hyun...?"
Maybe he indeed was mistaken, maybe he was caught off guard -or was it because he hadn't given Jinki a chance to speak when he'd jump on the opportunity to earn some quick cash.
"You're not a baby." Jonghyun blurted out.
"I'm... not. Not if you think I'm not one..."
Jonghyun was flustered, face flushing and eyes clouded with hesitation. This dude is hot.
"How old are you?" Is he old enough for me to stick my dick down his throat?
"Thirteen."
"Fucking jailbait."
"What?"
"Fuck." Jonghyun hissed, fists clenching by his side.
"Why do you keep saying that swear word? Onew-hyung told me it's a bad thing to say." he frowned.
Both of them stayed frozen, no one moved. No one dared to move.
"Grow the fuck up, you'll fucking speak like this when you're older." Jonghyun pushed against the door, walking into the house.
It was nice; the interior was simply furnished with a single bedroom.
"Do the both of you sleep together?" Jonghyun spoke to no one in particular, eyes roaming around the small apartment.
"What?" the door shut gently, soft but quick footsteps chasing up to him.
"I see there's only one room, do the both of you- Jinki and you sleep together?"
"Yeah. This is only temporary though. We're moving out in a couple of months."
Jonghyun walked around, fingers touching everything in sight. He walked into the room, and walked back out, eyes squinting in confusion.
"You guys share a bed?" fingers pointing at the only mattress in sight.
"Yeah. Are we not supposed to?"
"Not anywhere legal." he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing." Jonghyun settled himself onto the couch, picking up a coloring book.
Woah. This kid must have some serious anger in him.
"Hey kiddo, why'd you color the skies red?"
Jonghyun flipped to the other pages, brows quirked in amusement.
"My name is Taemin, and what difference does it make to you that I were to color them red?"
"Chill bro, just finding it weird that you'd color the trees black, and the skies in red. Just so you know, we don't have pink rabbits. I have to admit though, you do draw pretty well, but your coloring abilities are... you need help." Another pair of hands snatched the book away, "Hey!"
"Stop being such a prick, and no one told you that you were allowed to touch the properties of others'!"
"Don't get your panties in a twist, just saying."
"So what if I get my colors wrong? They don't make any difference to me to begin with!"
Jonghyun stood up, sighing. "Hey, I'm just kidding, you don't have to cry!"
"'I'm just kidding, you don't have to cry.' How easy for you to say that! Onew-hyung told me you were a nice person and wouldn't ever laugh at me. I guess he was just wrong." Taemin stared up, eyes nothing less than disappointment and hurt.
"Huh?"
"Everyone of you thinks it's so easy to perceive them? I don't even know what is red -how does it even look like?"
"Wait, what?"
"Don't you understand? I can't see most colors. I'm color blind."
"Oh." Fuck.
"Oh, man, I'm so sorry. I didn't know -Jinki didn't tell me!"
"Thanks for the apology, but no thanks since I've already known how big of a loser you are."
Shit.
Taemin kept all the crayons and paints on the floor, and threaded back, locking himself in the room.
"Just leave me alone and I won't tell Onew-hyung whatever you said." he last said.
Fuck. It's not going to end well.
Indeed, things didn't end well during that night. Although we might just want to mention something 12 years into the future where Jonghyun and Taemin actually got married in Canada and adopted a adorable baby boy. Not that you guys are going to care about their fightings and sweet-nothings. Also not how much of illegal hush-hush activities went around the both of them before Taemin turned 18. Boo, you whore.