iTunes Drabble Meme
Title: Soul SisterAuthor: saurusmedia
Pairing: Jongtae
Genre: Romance , angst, fluff.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If i owned them, they'll be having sex on stage.
Notes: Thanks to n_k_zanzibar for the translation (: Thank you so much grrrrrrrl *-*
Warnings: English as a second language.
Rules:
1. Pick your favorite fandom
2. Put your iPod on shuffle.
3. Write a drabble for the first ten songs.
4. You can only write for the duration of the song.
Ohayou - Unknown
It was morning, my favorite kind of morning; sunny, breezy and cloudless. I rub my eyes with my sleeve covered fists and the smile on my face vanishes when I take in the disarray of my room.
You groan from beside me, and I look at you. You try covering yourself but I’ve already moved all of the sheets. As a last resort, you grab a piece of my baggy pajamas and you barely manage to cover an arm, but you smile anyways.
I lie back down next to you and press a gentle kiss onto your lips. You keep smiling, but your eyes remain closed. You grab what’s left of my pajama and cover us both, and then you hold me in your arms.
“Good morning, love.”
Ready or Not- SHINee
The commotion in the room was nearly unbearable. The screams, heavy breathing and music, at a volume that was far too loud to be humanly tolerable, pierced through his ears and gave him a headache, but, at that moment, he didn’t care.
It didn’t take much to grab him by his thin shirt and drag him to one of the rooms upstairs. Where no one could bother them, not his friends, not his girlfriend. No one.
He tore every article of clothing off of the other’s body with so much passion, yet such care, pressing kisses all over the pale, milky skin and, when the little blonde stops him, he whispers.
“Are you ready, or not”
Dream On- Aerosmith
The glass shattered, drops of blood adorning the grey carpet in an almost beautiful contrast. His hair, damp and dirty, clung onto his face and his breath reeked of alcohol, filling the bathroom.
A laugh was heard, only one. He bit his lips and let his teeth tear at them until he felt that he had no more tears to cry.
He was dreaming, everything was just a bad dream. Nothing was real, nothing. Not the news reporter, not the newspaper and not the fucked up airplane that had crashed an hour before arriving to its destination.
Taemin was there, sleeping in his bed. This wasn’t real. There was no reason to keep crying.
Do you want to - Franz Ferdinand
It wasn’t hard to notice Taemin at a club. That blonde, whose face was soft and feminine like a girl, moved with such sensuality and borderline unbearable innocence in the middle of every damned stage. It was him.
Jonghyun hated going out with him to those kinds of places. He always ended up fighting with one of the stupid idiots that threw themselves on his friend- or that’s what they said- and he was always kicked out for saying it wasn’t his fault.
Taemin would only smile, always. And he always, always, gave in. Because even though he would always deny it, he wanted to keep that way.
I don’t wanna be - Gavin DeGraw
Part of being an idol of a place as superficial as South Korea meant that they had to change their fashion and hair styles to not bore their fans.
Part of being in love with someone as prideful of fool as Jonghyun meant that he had to be spontaneous and diverse from time to time, to at least get one of those gorgeous, happy puppy looks that he loved so much sent his way.
Jonghyun insisted that he shouldn’t have to change, without knowing that it was he himself that was the cause of the sudden want to change.
But he insisted, and only when the idiot of the lead vocalist kissed him the time that he screamed for his life when he saw a spider near his feet, he felt happy being who he was. Because that was how Jonghyun liked him.
30 minutes - t.a.t.u
Is it than hard to understand him, Taemin?
I don’t want you to be happy. Not if it’s without me.
Thirty minutes was all I had to leave all of this behind. To forget this, to forget you, to forget that there was a time when he was my best friend, and that there was a time when you started to love him.
It couldn’t be me, right? Not your foolish and loner friend who preferred to lock himself in and write songs instead of play sports and have friends like him?
Only thirty minutes to decide…
Only thirty minutes to see them go…
Only thirty minutes to let myself die.
Hey, soul sister - Train
Taemin never believed the stories about soul mates. To him, it was nonsense, just nonsense made up by stupid people that were only trying to please their lover or their prospect of having one. He didn’t believe in it, it just didn’t cut it.
He went to the library to finish a group project that he would have to complete on his own because Kibum always found some sort of sale in clothing stores. He walked to the philosophy section and found just the book he was looking for and just as his hand reached out to grab it, another hand interrupted his.
Brown puppy eyes watched him, and the air seems to have frozen. The boy with dyed hair smile softly and gave him the book, even though the other felt like he couldn’t even move his hand.
That was when he believed it. Soul mates did exist.
Nylon Smile - Portishead
Key once told me that my smiles were beautiful, but then after you got injured, they were all false. He reprimanded me, telling me that plastic smiles were the ugliest thing that I could ever have on my face. I didn’t believe him, and only when you supported his opinion did I stop flashing fake smiles.
The days passed, your injury healed. I was happy.
Then you and Key arrived, hand in hand to tell us that they were in a relationship…
But now my smiles aren’t plastic, Jonghyun. They’re nylon.
In My room - SHINee
Another argument could be heard from through the walls of the apartment. Minho slammed his fist down onto the table, making the plates on it clatter, and the rest of them stayed silent, waiting for a yell that never came. Key let out some sort of cry that Onew silenced with his arms; we were looking at them with compassion and frustration.
Taemin knew that he shouldn’t fight like this with his hyungs, especially not in public, and especially not with Jonghyun. But he couldn’t help but hate him every time that woman that was so loved by the media would bury herself in his arms as if the whole ordeal was nothing more than a sham.
The rest of them didn’t understand. Or know. Because it was a secret that they hid within the walls of their shared room. In their room, where everything could be.
Jonghyun left without saying a word and he didn’t stop until his face was buried in his pillow, trying to stop tears that so frequently streamed down his cheeks. Taemin couldn’t wait for long before following him, covering him with a blanket and stopping his tears.
Hero - Nickelback
Jonghyun wasn’t strong, or muscular, or very tall. But Taemin always considered him to be his hero.
When they met that day in front of the ice cream shop, just when that car passed a red light and nearly ran him over…he knew that that boy, then a blonde, was who he would be spending the rest of his life with. And ever since that day, he calls him his hero for saving him from certain death, blessing him with a life full of love, right now unknown.
But Jonghyun didn’t agree, because to him, Taemin was the hero. Taemin was the one who saved him, the one who saved him day after day with his radiant smiles and sweet kisses. He saved him from loneliness.
Taemin was his hero.