3 drabbles
Title: Drabbles
Author: sam_theninja
Rating(s): PG
Pairing/Focus: 2min, Taemin, Jongyu
Genre: AU, comedy, angst
It’s times like these; 182 words
Minho glances over at Taemin who is currently sitting in the passenger’s seat, laughing his ass off. The reason behind this hysterical laughter is a simple one. Coffee. Minho knows he never should have bought it for him because the second the first sip slipped down his throat; he went completely insane.
Taemin threw his head back and let’s out a series of short cackles before turning to Minho with the strangest look on his face. He then cracks up at Minho’s ‘reaction’, which wasn’t really a reaction at all. Minho didn’t actually notice Taemin had done anything (he was a responsible driver and kept his eyes on the road, not on the crazy guy next to him) until the kid cracked up, pointing and shrieking about his hilarious reaction.
Minho can’t help but smile at this, realizing that these kinds of moments where the reason he liked him in the first place and that he couldn’t possibly imagine his life without them.
Why Does it Rain?; 318 words
I turned my head slightly to the side, allowing my cheek to press against the frosty glass before me. It was raining once again and I had the urge to rush out into it. I wanted to feel the icy water pounding against my skin, clearing all other thoughts from my brain. Walking out through the front door was not an option at the moment, people would question me. Ask me where I was going.
Maybe I could climb out the window my skin was currently pressed against. The shock of the cold had now passed and the only feeling left was that of the fog’s slickness. I took a step back and sighed, squeezing my eyes shut in thought.
I no longer knew who I was. Everyone else’s thoughts had been forced onto me, molding me into a completely different person than who I originally was. At first I hadn’t thought about this, thinking that it was just a part of maturing. Now I realized that it wasn’t and I never should have allowed that to happen. I couldn’t remember anything about how I was, who I used to be. All I knew was what people expected of me.
This realization was a painful one. I opened my eyes and looked out through the window at the rain as it flew past. It was beautiful. I rushed back to the window and fumbled with the latch at the base of it, roughly flinging it open. The second the flecks of rain hit my skin I threw my head back, savoring the sensation.
The feeling was exhilarating and I immediately stepped out of the window, carefully scaling the wall and landing softly on the concrete below. The rain felt so refreshing; washed away my worries and made me forget.
Nobody could change me; I was the only one who could make the decision to change. I was Taemin.
Remember; 241*
I roughly pressed the barrel of the gun against the middle-aged man’s forehead, ignoring his many screams. I had remembered him, Jonghyun, and now I could never forget again. I could never forget the feeling of emptiness I felt as he fell to the ground, blood pouring from the wound the bullet implanted in his head had created.
I don’t know how I possibly had forgotten something so important, someone so important to me. I had loved him, and the screaming man before me was the cause of his death. I would avenge him, this man’s family would experience the pain I had felt.
Jinki, I’m tired of killing. Would you run away with me after this assignment? Would you?
How could I possibly have said no? I should have, but my inability to refuse him prevented me from saying the correct answer. Once you join the treadstone project, there is no escape. And now he was dead.
The gunshot rang through the room, breaking the silence and hanging in the air for several moments. I let the man drop to the floor, watching as his body became limp, his eyes emotionless. The only feelings I felt were those of guilt and heartache, I didn’t feel better. If possible, I felt worse.
I had killed out of anger, something Jonghyun wouldn’t have wanted. And now I wanted nothing more than to die, to be with him, the man whom I remembered.
*if the word treadstone confuses you, don’t let it. I watched the movie the Bourne Identity this weekend, so it’s loosely based off of that. Treadstone was a secret CIA project that had to do with training soldiers.
Author: sam_theninja
Rating(s): PG
Pairing/Focus: 2min, Taemin, Jongyu
Genre: AU, comedy, angst
It’s times like these; 182 words
Minho glances over at Taemin who is currently sitting in the passenger’s seat, laughing his ass off. The reason behind this hysterical laughter is a simple one. Coffee. Minho knows he never should have bought it for him because the second the first sip slipped down his throat; he went completely insane.
Taemin threw his head back and let’s out a series of short cackles before turning to Minho with the strangest look on his face. He then cracks up at Minho’s ‘reaction’, which wasn’t really a reaction at all. Minho didn’t actually notice Taemin had done anything (he was a responsible driver and kept his eyes on the road, not on the crazy guy next to him) until the kid cracked up, pointing and shrieking about his hilarious reaction.
Minho can’t help but smile at this, realizing that these kinds of moments where the reason he liked him in the first place and that he couldn’t possibly imagine his life without them.
Why Does it Rain?; 318 words
I turned my head slightly to the side, allowing my cheek to press against the frosty glass before me. It was raining once again and I had the urge to rush out into it. I wanted to feel the icy water pounding against my skin, clearing all other thoughts from my brain. Walking out through the front door was not an option at the moment, people would question me. Ask me where I was going.
Maybe I could climb out the window my skin was currently pressed against. The shock of the cold had now passed and the only feeling left was that of the fog’s slickness. I took a step back and sighed, squeezing my eyes shut in thought.
I no longer knew who I was. Everyone else’s thoughts had been forced onto me, molding me into a completely different person than who I originally was. At first I hadn’t thought about this, thinking that it was just a part of maturing. Now I realized that it wasn’t and I never should have allowed that to happen. I couldn’t remember anything about how I was, who I used to be. All I knew was what people expected of me.
This realization was a painful one. I opened my eyes and looked out through the window at the rain as it flew past. It was beautiful. I rushed back to the window and fumbled with the latch at the base of it, roughly flinging it open. The second the flecks of rain hit my skin I threw my head back, savoring the sensation.
The feeling was exhilarating and I immediately stepped out of the window, carefully scaling the wall and landing softly on the concrete below. The rain felt so refreshing; washed away my worries and made me forget.
Nobody could change me; I was the only one who could make the decision to change. I was Taemin.
Remember; 241*
I roughly pressed the barrel of the gun against the middle-aged man’s forehead, ignoring his many screams. I had remembered him, Jonghyun, and now I could never forget again. I could never forget the feeling of emptiness I felt as he fell to the ground, blood pouring from the wound the bullet implanted in his head had created.
I don’t know how I possibly had forgotten something so important, someone so important to me. I had loved him, and the screaming man before me was the cause of his death. I would avenge him, this man’s family would experience the pain I had felt.
Jinki, I’m tired of killing. Would you run away with me after this assignment? Would you?
How could I possibly have said no? I should have, but my inability to refuse him prevented me from saying the correct answer. Once you join the treadstone project, there is no escape. And now he was dead.
The gunshot rang through the room, breaking the silence and hanging in the air for several moments. I let the man drop to the floor, watching as his body became limp, his eyes emotionless. The only feelings I felt were those of guilt and heartache, I didn’t feel better. If possible, I felt worse.
I had killed out of anger, something Jonghyun wouldn’t have wanted. And now I wanted nothing more than to die, to be with him, the man whom I remembered.
*if the word treadstone confuses you, don’t let it. I watched the movie the Bourne Identity this weekend, so it’s loosely based off of that. Treadstone was a secret CIA project that had to do with training soldiers.