Handle It [PG]
Title: Handle It
Fandom: SHINee
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: PG
Summary: Only one can handle the force that is Key. ^^v
Onew had never been able to handle Key: he was just too intense. SHINee’s leader cared for and loved all his band members dearly, but Key was just one ball of chaotic power that he didn’t particularly want to mess with. Especially when Key was upset: that was something that Lee Jinki just didn’t know how to handle. Like the time when they had been performing their new single, and Key thought he’d messed up a bit-the rapper had been so frustrated with himself that he wouldn’t even speak to the other members on the long car ride back to their apartment. He just sat and stared out the window, occasionally muttering something-probably curses-in English and frowning like the world had just ended because he made a mistake. Onew had thought about putting an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders and letting him know it would all be alright…but one death glare from said disgruntled dongsaeng put the idea right out of his mind. Yep, it was just a fact of life…when it came to Key, Onew just couldn’t handle it.
Jonghyun, also, had never been able to handle Key: he was just too open. About everything. After their first meeting, SHINee’s lead vocal felt as though he’d known Kim Kibum since he’d been born. Literally. The guy had talked his (and everyone else’s) ears off about everything from school to relationships to a small white kitten he’d owned in third grade. Whereas Jjong liked to keep things more mysterious, keep a little enigmatic charisma about his person, Key laid everything on the line. You either accepted him, or you didn’t. Like that one time when they were doing a radio interview, and the DJ asked them to describe their ideal girl. Key had immediately stated precisely what he thought was his ideal type, while the rest of them fumbled for something polite and all-inclusive to their fans. Key’s brashness and his blunt way of talking (ahem, endlessly) had probably gained him a few anti-fans, but it was something Jonghyun admired about his bandmate. Still, that characteristic was what made Key completely unmanageable…when it came to Key, Jonghyun just couldn’t handle it.
Taemin, unsurprisingly, had never been able to handle Key: he was just too involved. This was an accepted fact among the members of SHINee, but Taemin occasionally found it a bit hard to deal with. Key was the type of person who really could be everywhere at once: he could do his own thing, manage his own workload, and still seemed to have the time to be in everyone’s business. Like the time when the SHINee members were having to travel extensively, working on promoting their very first album. Taemin had been in middle school, and he was having to work extremely hard to keep up with both the band and his school work. He would stay up late into the night, working on homework, getting few hours of sleep before a full schedule the next day. Key, whose schedule was just as busy, if not even more so, had approached him one night with a cup of hot chocolate, smiling. He’d offered to help with Taemin’s schoolwork, even promising that he’d tutor him each night before bed. “You’ve not been getting enough sleep,” he’d said, “and it shows.” Taemin just smiled and thanked his hyung, grateful for any help he could get. Even so, Key had kept up his promise of tutoring Taemin to this very day, and still maintained time to cook for all the members, clean up the apartment, and know exactly where everyone was at all times. Sometimes Taemin wondered if the guy ever got any sleep himself; but it had never showed. In any case…when it came to Key, Taemin just couldn’t handle it.
Minho lay in bed, staring at the form of the boy who had draped himself over him. His deep brown eyes slid over shining, multi-colored hair, past long, ebony lashes which brushed delicately pale cheeks, and down to the pair of soft, slightly open lips that were presently swollen from the intense kissing that had gone on late into the night. As the first rays of sunlight began to filter in through the curtains, he lay back and contemplated his situation. See, in Minho’s opinion, he had to be in love with the most perfect, amazing person he had ever met. The boy was intense, emotional, and beyond gorgeous…no one could disagree with that. He never failed to ask Minho how his day was going, or tell him a story about a certain tree he’d seen on his way back from an interview which had really taken far too long, and he always had the energy to talk (or not, if Minho could convince him that a better use for mouths was in order) all night long. The rays of sunlight slowly slid over their entwined bodies, bringing an external warmth that matched the feeling of Minho’s heart. As the sunlight reached his face, Key’s eyelids gave a soft flutter and his eyes opened, a brilliant smile beaming up at his lover. Minho leaned down to kiss him gently, thinking again of just how lucky he was: sure, Key could be borderline spastic, and he could be extremely blunt about things, and he seemed to know more about Minho than he knew about himself. Yet, when it came to Key…Minho could definitely handle it.