[SHINee] (old) Panorama
panorama
jonghyun/minho/onew; pg; ~600w
if seeing is believing, onew rather be blind.
Onew likes looking up at the sky.
It’s a nice day, Onew thinks to himself and he stretches across the grass smelling the earth, smelling the green. He rolls on his back and gazes up at the sky. He likes how perfectly the white clouds complement the blue and he wishes he could find something that would complement him as well. He thinks of a tall charismatic rapper and a bouncy smiling singer and closes his eyes as his mind starts to swim with images that he doesn’t want. Onew breathes in and empties out his mind like pouring dirty water out of a dish and attempts to relax.
There’s a rigid peace for a few more minutes until he hears footsteps and suddenly he’s not alone anymore. He frowns up at his intruders-how dare they interrupt peaceful Jinki time? Key ignores him and stares down at Onew, unreadable expression on his face.
“You know don’t you?” Key’s voice is low, almost a whisper. Taemin stands beside him with an anxious expression. Onew’s throat chokes up like someone just cut out his air supply. He forces himself to look up at them and decides to pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about and gives them a seemingly puzzled stare. Key’s mouth tightens and eyes narrow. Taemin bites his lip. They see right through his mask.
“Hyung-“
“It’s nothing,” Onew snaps and rolls to the side so that he’s laying on his stomach and he doesn’t have to look at Key’s burning stare anymore, burning through to his heart, his poor poor heart. It’s nothing, he whispers to himself, mouth against the earth.
He clutches fistfuls of grass and stays there, body motionless. He feels Taemin’s slender body slump next to him, feels Key’s hand touch his back-light and barely there, but just enough so that Onew stiffens at his touch.
“Hyung,” Taemin says sadly and Onew wishes that the ground would swallow him up and hide him from everyone else. He takes a shaky breath and pushes himself up ignoring Key and Taemin’s sympathetic looks. He stands up and gives them both a sunny smile.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Key looks unconvinced and Taemin’s brow furrows in worry. Onew forces a laugh. “Really you two. Worrying about nothing. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
But Onew’s not fine. No he’s not. Because no matter how much he wants it to go away, the image won’t leave him alone, it won’t go away.
Jonghyun and Minho are across from them, eternal smiles plastered on their faces, Jonghyun talking animatedly to Minho and Minho’s nodding and nodding, his small smile in place, holding both of Jonghyun’s hands tightly. And even though they’re too far away to tell, Onew knows that their eyes are lit up in joy.
Jesus, they’re practically shitting happiness right now. They’re together. And they’re happy. Together. Anyone can see it. And Onew knows that Jonghyun’s hands fit wonderfully into Minho’s, knows Minho’s arms are long enough to wrap snugly around Jonghyun’s frame. Knows that when Jonghyun leans up right at the same time as Minho bends down, their lips meet at just the right place and everything is so fucking perfect.
He knows.
It’s nothing, it’s nothing-
Onew pretends that the stabbing ache in his chest is indigestion and turns away from the scene with another smile-god his cheeks are going to break one day from the forcedness of it all-and looks up at the sky.
Onew likes looking up because that way he’s too distracted to have to watch what’s in front of him.
jonghyun/minho/onew; pg; ~600w
if seeing is believing, onew rather be blind.
Onew likes looking up at the sky.
It’s a nice day, Onew thinks to himself and he stretches across the grass smelling the earth, smelling the green. He rolls on his back and gazes up at the sky. He likes how perfectly the white clouds complement the blue and he wishes he could find something that would complement him as well. He thinks of a tall charismatic rapper and a bouncy smiling singer and closes his eyes as his mind starts to swim with images that he doesn’t want. Onew breathes in and empties out his mind like pouring dirty water out of a dish and attempts to relax.
There’s a rigid peace for a few more minutes until he hears footsteps and suddenly he’s not alone anymore. He frowns up at his intruders-how dare they interrupt peaceful Jinki time? Key ignores him and stares down at Onew, unreadable expression on his face.
“You know don’t you?” Key’s voice is low, almost a whisper. Taemin stands beside him with an anxious expression. Onew’s throat chokes up like someone just cut out his air supply. He forces himself to look up at them and decides to pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about and gives them a seemingly puzzled stare. Key’s mouth tightens and eyes narrow. Taemin bites his lip. They see right through his mask.
“Hyung-“
“It’s nothing,” Onew snaps and rolls to the side so that he’s laying on his stomach and he doesn’t have to look at Key’s burning stare anymore, burning through to his heart, his poor poor heart. It’s nothing, he whispers to himself, mouth against the earth.
He clutches fistfuls of grass and stays there, body motionless. He feels Taemin’s slender body slump next to him, feels Key’s hand touch his back-light and barely there, but just enough so that Onew stiffens at his touch.
“Hyung,” Taemin says sadly and Onew wishes that the ground would swallow him up and hide him from everyone else. He takes a shaky breath and pushes himself up ignoring Key and Taemin’s sympathetic looks. He stands up and gives them both a sunny smile.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Key looks unconvinced and Taemin’s brow furrows in worry. Onew forces a laugh. “Really you two. Worrying about nothing. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
But Onew’s not fine. No he’s not. Because no matter how much he wants it to go away, the image won’t leave him alone, it won’t go away.
Jonghyun and Minho are across from them, eternal smiles plastered on their faces, Jonghyun talking animatedly to Minho and Minho’s nodding and nodding, his small smile in place, holding both of Jonghyun’s hands tightly. And even though they’re too far away to tell, Onew knows that their eyes are lit up in joy.
Jesus, they’re practically shitting happiness right now. They’re together. And they’re happy. Together. Anyone can see it. And Onew knows that Jonghyun’s hands fit wonderfully into Minho’s, knows Minho’s arms are long enough to wrap snugly around Jonghyun’s frame. Knows that when Jonghyun leans up right at the same time as Minho bends down, their lips meet at just the right place and everything is so fucking perfect.
He knows.
It’s nothing, it’s nothing-
Onew pretends that the stabbing ache in his chest is indigestion and turns away from the scene with another smile-god his cheeks are going to break one day from the forcedness of it all-and looks up at the sky.
Onew likes looking up because that way he’s too distracted to have to watch what’s in front of him.