fingers painting [SHINee; JongYu; One-shot]
fingers painting
yumeyana
SHINee | jonghyun x onew
pg-13 / humor (innuendos)
this is what i call art. onew tries his hand at painting and fails to create art. jonghyun, however, finds a new way to use paint.
[crossposted at shinee_replay, jongyu, lowercaps.]
author's notes: amenoireis was painting and she told me (through yahoo messenger) that she spilled some of it. i suddenly pictured onew painting and voila! hope you like it! :D
dedication: to amenoireis who will never look at painting the same way again; and to skyfever for helping me with the title. ♥~
disclaimers: none of the SHINee boys are mine, only the plot is.
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fingers painting
kibum will raise hell when he sees this, hyung, jonghyun said, looking around the living room. it was a mess, to say the least. there was paint on the floor and on the couch. sure, onew made sure that there was newspaper on the television and on the part of the floor where he was doing whatever he was doing but this was onew. or worse, taemin will.
oh shush, the older boy said; he gestured to jonghyun to come closer. the younger one tried not to step on the patches of paint, lest key would have his head, too. he sighed; where was minho when he needed him? what's that?
this, onew said (proudly, one might add), is what i call art. jonghyun stared at the canvas in front of them, raising an eyebrow. hyung, he said after a few seconds of biting his lower lip (deciding whether or not to say the truth), that's just paint splattered in different directions. onew huffed; you have no artistic sense whatsoever, jonghyun ah. haven't you heard about picasso? the lead singer sighed. hyung, picasso did not splatter paint like that. his paintings were abstract in concept but it had shape. yours, however--he hummed a few bars of a song he was practicing before onew called him; one needed to think of the right term to use--needs more work.
onew pouted, realizing jonghyun's point. true; picasso's paintings had shapes while his was just a couple of colorful squiggly lines drawn across the canvas. maybe i was never meant to paint, he said. perhaps, jonghyun said, taking the tube of paint from onew. but i hate to waste all these tubes. onew raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. are you suggesting something, kim jonghyun?
the lead singer shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite everything. maybe you shouldn't paint on canvas.
pray tell where should i paint, then?
jonghyun grinned, opening a tube of paint and slowly squeezing some of it on his fingers. onew reminded himself that jonghyun was doing this deliberately and that jonghyun was being badbadbad and this was paint and that they were in the living room and that kibumminhoTAEMIN might come back from school any minute but jonghyun was a genius and paint would really---
have you ever heard of body paint, hyung?
xxx
081020 | 1848H
387 words
yumeyana
SHINee | jonghyun x onew
pg-13 / humor (innuendos)
this is what i call art. onew tries his hand at painting and fails to create art. jonghyun, however, finds a new way to use paint.
[crossposted at shinee_replay, jongyu, lowercaps.]
author's notes: amenoireis was painting and she told me (through yahoo messenger) that she spilled some of it. i suddenly pictured onew painting and voila! hope you like it! :D
dedication: to amenoireis who will never look at painting the same way again; and to skyfever for helping me with the title. ♥~
disclaimers: none of the SHINee boys are mine, only the plot is.
---------------------------------------------------------
fingers painting
kibum will raise hell when he sees this, hyung, jonghyun said, looking around the living room. it was a mess, to say the least. there was paint on the floor and on the couch. sure, onew made sure that there was newspaper on the television and on the part of the floor where he was doing whatever he was doing but this was onew. or worse, taemin will.
oh shush, the older boy said; he gestured to jonghyun to come closer. the younger one tried not to step on the patches of paint, lest key would have his head, too. he sighed; where was minho when he needed him? what's that?
this, onew said (proudly, one might add), is what i call art. jonghyun stared at the canvas in front of them, raising an eyebrow. hyung, he said after a few seconds of biting his lower lip (deciding whether or not to say the truth), that's just paint splattered in different directions. onew huffed; you have no artistic sense whatsoever, jonghyun ah. haven't you heard about picasso? the lead singer sighed. hyung, picasso did not splatter paint like that. his paintings were abstract in concept but it had shape. yours, however--he hummed a few bars of a song he was practicing before onew called him; one needed to think of the right term to use--needs more work.
onew pouted, realizing jonghyun's point. true; picasso's paintings had shapes while his was just a couple of colorful squiggly lines drawn across the canvas. maybe i was never meant to paint, he said. perhaps, jonghyun said, taking the tube of paint from onew. but i hate to waste all these tubes. onew raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. are you suggesting something, kim jonghyun?
the lead singer shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite everything. maybe you shouldn't paint on canvas.
pray tell where should i paint, then?
jonghyun grinned, opening a tube of paint and slowly squeezing some of it on his fingers. onew reminded himself that jonghyun was doing this deliberately and that jonghyun was being badbadbad and this was paint and that they were in the living room and that kibumminhoTAEMIN might come back from school any minute but jonghyun was a genius and paint would really---
have you ever heard of body paint, hyung?
xxx
081020 | 1848H
387 words