Shinee fanfic: Bad timing
Title: Bad Timing
Characters/Pairing: Onew, Jongkey
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Evidently, the leader also has bad timing. (sequel to ungodly hours) for siaht. :D
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: oneshot. 2600 words.
1. Unawareness.
Onew has his own little world. One may observe him for a minute or two, think that he’s always in that made-up, glorious place in the back of his mind, but that’s not the truth; it‘s not the whole picture.
See, despite popular belief, Onew is fully aware of reality. The unreal sadness life contains, sprinkled with happiness; happiness so far wedged in between the levels of hardship and sheer sorrow that it’s hard to believe it actually exists. He’s aware of that, he’s gone through a rollercoaster of that.
But Onew truly believes in happiness, because he can catch those sprinkles. He can catch the happiness -- though sometimes he trips and falls and misses, and then that’s when the depression sets in. Then he pushes that horrible feeling aside with goofy grins and lame jokes (he’s not pretending because he’s still being himself) because Onew also believes that smiling in the face of adversity is the way to become happy again.
It’s only after stress, hardship and every other negative feeling weighing heavy on Onew’s mind strikes him to his breaking point, (doesn’t crack because he’s stronger than that) does he completely retreat to his world.
Music. That is his world.
With his iPod, he’d retreat to the couch, and from then on, he’s unaware -- totally oblivious to the outside world. The rhythm of the song sending him to another dimension, the lyrics easily coaxing him to soundlessly sing along -- everything about music forcing him to wholly forget about the aches of life and the pains of reality. Undisturbed, he’d stay there until the last ray of daylight fuses with the approaching darkness of the night. Only on a normal day in his world, that is.
His world is under siege when the flow of music abandons his ears (he’s wondering why he sees his headphones dangling from the hand of someone else). Shattering when a voice rebounds off his eardrums, “… singing gotten worse. I think he needs help.” The confusion clogging his mind dies down a little and he finally recognizes it as Key’s voice.
Eight seconds later, Onew’s mouth falls open when he manages to connect the dots. “I know my voice gets scratchy at times,” fails to realize he just cut Key off. “You think it’s that bad that I need a full-time vocal coach?”
Silence, and Onew thinks he said something wrong again, so he’s quick to try to apologize, but the sharp pain he feels in his shoulder tells him he’s a bit too late. “Fuck, are you even listening? I’m not talking about you,” Key snaps. “The song you were listening to. The high note part,” he demonstrates a bit here. “Jonghyun can’t hit that.”
Three second pause. “Okay,” Onew starts to laugh, gives away Jonghyun’s position of glaring from behind a nearby wall. “Are you saying he needs a vocal coach?”
There’s a scoff from behind the wall. “Maybe,” Key smirks. “But I was wondering if you could hit that note.”
“I guess--”
“His voice will crack.” Jonghyun interjects, and suddenly Onew’s face is halfway taken up by a toothy smile because he suddenly gets it (thinks he does.) So Onew demonstrates, hits the note as requested by Key, but unfortunately, his voice cracks as predicted by Jonghyun and then all is silent (except Onew, because he breaks out into a fit of laughter.)
Next, Onew is putting on his headphones again, chuckling at Jonghyun dragging Key out the room. Misses the seductive smirk on Jonghyun’s face and about half of the obscenities Key screams at both of them (he can pick out the lot of “Fuck you’s” and “You piece of shit’s” though.)
Onew decides that it’ll be best to find the charger to his iPod before it goes completely dead. Resolution in mind, he’s off the couch -- partially unaware of his surroundings, music blaring in his ears and using up the rest of the battery juice -- opening the five-way shared bedroom door. Straight to the large dresser, rummaging, searching, looking for that damn charger.
Still empty handed, iPod officially pronounced dead, Onew figures it must be under his bed, spins around and his eyes skim across the image of Jonghyun on top of Key and-- Whoa, does a double take on that one.
If under perfectly normal circumstances, Onew would have cracked a relatively lame joke then laughed at the awkward silence that would have possibly followed. But it’s just the fact and image of a Key in nothing but boxers, underneath Jonghyun. How Jonghyun’s shirt his halfway up his back and the way his jeans are riding so low that they might as well be off. And the huge bulge in front of both of their-- oh God, just what the hell is he looking at?
And now they’re both glaring at him and Onew forces himself to swallow, chokes out a garbled “I’m sorry, don’t mind me,” then trips his way to the threshold of the room.
“You’re scarred,” Key laughs when Onew hits his toe on the very corner of Taemin’s bed. “It’s your fucking fault,” his voice turns into a hiss as the force of a pillow connecting with Onew’s ass causes the leader to squeak and fall over into the hallway.
2. Worry.
Approximately five minutes before show time and that familiar, excited-nervous feeling that normally accompanies Onew before he steps on stage is replaced with worry. He’s not concerned about doing a serious mess up in front of a couple thousand people (Onew likes to think he’s kinda out of that phase) but the fact that there isn’t a grinning Jonghyun sharing the same exact feeling with him, or a pumped up Key making sure nothing is out of order.
He had ran around, asking the staff -- stylists, managers, anyone who looked official -- about their whereabouts, received one or a combination of three answers: “The last time I’ve seen them was over there,” or “Don‘t worry, they‘ll come around before the concert starts,” then the infamous “I don’t know, weren’t they with you?”
Eventually Onew smartened up, stopped asking, and as of now, he takes things into his own hands and sends himself zigzagging through a maze of hallways and doors.
Onew alternates glancing at his watch and hurriedly checking the rooms. Before he completely loses the direction of the way he came, decides that a storage room will be the last one he looks in.
When he swings open the door, Onew is really expecting another empty room, but there’s a sliver of good luck on his side as his eyes fall on Key and Jonghyun. “Hey guys,” he squints, “what are you doing? It’s almost sho-- Oh.”
Key detaches his lips from Jonghyun’s and shoves him into the nearest clothing rack. “Nothing,” Onew gives him this incredulous look as he straightens his shirt. “All his fault,” Key ends up offering as an explanation. Onew finds it best to just smile and keep silent.
“Alright,” Onew later informs all the members. “No groping on stage, got it?” A short period of silence, broken by the song induced “Yes sir” from Jonghyun and the jab to the chest from Key, completed with the slight frown of Minho and an absolutely puzzled look from Taemin is so, so worth the awkwardness in the end.
3. Responsibility.
As a leader, as Onew, as Jinki, as a human being, Onew makes a lot of mistakes. He’s able to pick himself after each one, no matter how many times he fails. He’s responsible about his mistakes, owns up to them no matter the cause or the punishment.
So when Onew drops his glass (the container too) of orange juice due to another case of clumsiness he briefly wishes he isn’t responsible for that one second because he’s pretty sure Key heard that one (will most likely kill him; this is the 4th glass this week.) And just yeah, he just happens to be responsible for this one, and better off hiding the fact it ever happened. Cleaning it up.
Onew doesn’t mind doing chores, but he really dislikes mopping and sweeping (he’ll need a mop for the orange juice and a broom for the glass shards though) -- mainly because sweeping requires too much coordination and while mopping he always manages to slip on the liquid.
He slinks over to the closet door, with a sigh, reaches out a hand opens it and he reaches to grab someone’s wrist-- wait a minute…
He jumps. “Kibum?” Onew hesitantly asks. “Are you the new mop… Is this a joke? Huh, wait, were you trying to scare me--” Cuts himself off as he looks down.
Jonghyun is sort of kneeling in front of Key, hands that were once working at Key’s zipper stilling and his eyes looking up at him with this look of silent laughter and Onew is wondering what’s so funny about being caught doing-what-married-couples-do in a closet.
“You still owe me,” Key hisses and Onew scrunches up his nose in confusion but realizes it’s directed at Jonghyun when he starts to snicker (and then everything falls silent.)
“Inside joke?” Onew tries to break the ice of awkwardness, part of his failure being he seems to be talking to the broom more than anything else.
“No,” Key huffs, steps out the closet, passes the mop and broom to Onew (who kind of just stumbles out of the way). A glance at the kitchen. “Make sure you clean it all up,” he sidles into another room.
Jonghyun steps out next. “You want some help with that?” Onew’s eyes widen a fraction and he shakes his head vigorously (later hopes he didn’t lose any brain cells.)
“Alright,” Jonghyun tosses his head opposite of Onew’s direction, humming while striding briskly in the same direction as Key.
Onew seriously regrets bashing his head in when he finally makes the connection.
4. Cleverness.
This time, Onew is expecting it. He can hear the sounds -- the obvious sounds of them… yeah. He can just hear them, so he knows what exactly he’s about to walk in on.
So when he swiftly pushes open the already slightly ajar bedroom door, he’s already expecting his eyes to bleed from the sight he knew he would see (but it’s not like he wants to imagine this.) The soft click of a button, followed by a flash. Four seconds, several clicks and flashes -- a shirtless Key trapped between the wall and an equally shirtless Jonghyun is still dazed from shock -- though the twitching of his fingers is telling Onew that in another five seconds he’ll be dead.
“Yep, I’m officially a millionaire,” Onew puts on the biggest grin he can muster. However, just judging by the angry blush starting to dust Key’s cheeks he decides it best to leave.
Too bad his reaction time is a little too late and Key is already gripping him by the collar, violently shaking him. Onew wonders if Jonghyun is going to help with beating the crap out of him but a quick glance into the room tells Onew that he’s too busy sliding down the wall with his face buried in his hands.
It’s after Onew manages to tell Key that he’s planning to sell these photos to the fan girls, he keeps the camera safe at all costs. Except for the quick kick to the balls.
Potential blackmail is definitely not worth risking the very wellbeing of his future kids.
5. Urgency.
The next time, Onew is absolutely not expecting it.
He had been doing some last-minute face washing when Jonghyun and Key burst through the door, lips locked, hands all over each other. It took some time for him to exactly place it, but eventually, he wondered just what the hell is happening and-- oh crap. He knew then.
“Hell no, Jinki,” Key breathes, “get out.” He moans. “You’re not stopping me today.”
Onew’s mind is stuck between a what and a couple of um’s and ah’s but ultimately he comes up with, “But I was here first!” Then Key starts to say something but Jonghyun catches his lips once again and his hand is stuffed so far down the waistband of Key’s pants that Onew simply winces, say what he’s been trained to do (I’m sorry) and fumbles with the doorknob.
Seven minutes fly, Onew realizes that he really, really has to piss. Piss -- not pee -- because he has to go so bad that it just has to warrant the name Piss.
It almost as if he has also developed temporary short-term memory loss since he’s basically running to the bathroom, completely forgetting the ordeal from earlier.
The door swings open and two steps into the bathroom, Onew is vocalizing something that could be considered a shriek, then he’s slipping and there’s a burning pain in the back of his head as black tinges the edges of his vision. Before the blackness takes over, the last things he can really recall are Key and Jonghyun’s faces hovering above him and Key’s repeated “Are you okay?”
6. Speculation.
A full 24-hours that Onew has not walked in on them -- his eyes have stopped burning and he feels great. That kind of stuff is just poison to his brain.
But now, when Onew is trying to sleep (when everyone else is trying to sleep), Key and Jonghyun are fooling around again. In the same room, on Key’s bed. He hears the murmurs, the shifting and the giggles, and thinks this really should not be happening, because let’s face it, it just shouldn’t.
He crawls out of his bed and stands, moving over with a pillow tucked under his arm to the light switch. Flips it on. “Cut it out already,” he shouts, making Taemin whine and hide the covers over his face, Minho cracking open an eye and halfway sitting up. Onew bounds over to Key and Jonghyun, thumping them both with the pillow. “Quit trying to do each other when you think no one is listening!”
“Ugh, Jinki, what the shit?” Key detangles his legs from Jonghyun’s and sits up from where he was snuggled close to his chest.
Jonghyun props up on one elbow. “What is this,” he yawns. “Emergency? Did you hit your head again? And nice wake-up call by the way--”
“Stop trying to do each other all the time!”
Soon, Taemin and Minho realize where this is going, and suppress their laughter (a few giggles escaping from the youngest still.) Jonghyun gives them both, and Onew a look that perfectly represents a lost puppy, and a very brief chuckle escapes Minho.
“What the shit,” Key repeats, sucks his teeth in exasperation, glaring. “I can’t fall asleep while cuddling anymore?”
Silence. “Oh,” Onew says and scurries to turn out the light.
Later, Jonghyun is whispering something close to “so, you really wanna do something,” to Key then there’s a murmur and some shifting and--
“Caught ya,” Onew chucks his pillow at both of them, hitting Key instead (Onew remembers to work on his aim a bit before trying again next time.) Then he concludes that the pillow stuffed halfway down is throat was not worth it.
For the first few days, Onew is plucking pillow feathers, cotton, and threads from between his teeth and the back of his throat. And for the last few, he’s spending a lot of time -- much of which is understanding silence -- with Minho.
A/N: totally dedicated to siaht. :D sorry it's so delayed, due to very, very stupid reasons too. ;-;
Characters/Pairing: Onew, Jongkey
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Evidently, the leader also has bad timing. (sequel to ungodly hours) for siaht. :D
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: oneshot. 2600 words.
1. Unawareness.
Onew has his own little world. One may observe him for a minute or two, think that he’s always in that made-up, glorious place in the back of his mind, but that’s not the truth; it‘s not the whole picture.
See, despite popular belief, Onew is fully aware of reality. The unreal sadness life contains, sprinkled with happiness; happiness so far wedged in between the levels of hardship and sheer sorrow that it’s hard to believe it actually exists. He’s aware of that, he’s gone through a rollercoaster of that.
But Onew truly believes in happiness, because he can catch those sprinkles. He can catch the happiness -- though sometimes he trips and falls and misses, and then that’s when the depression sets in. Then he pushes that horrible feeling aside with goofy grins and lame jokes (he’s not pretending because he’s still being himself) because Onew also believes that smiling in the face of adversity is the way to become happy again.
It’s only after stress, hardship and every other negative feeling weighing heavy on Onew’s mind strikes him to his breaking point, (doesn’t crack because he’s stronger than that) does he completely retreat to his world.
Music. That is his world.
With his iPod, he’d retreat to the couch, and from then on, he’s unaware -- totally oblivious to the outside world. The rhythm of the song sending him to another dimension, the lyrics easily coaxing him to soundlessly sing along -- everything about music forcing him to wholly forget about the aches of life and the pains of reality. Undisturbed, he’d stay there until the last ray of daylight fuses with the approaching darkness of the night. Only on a normal day in his world, that is.
His world is under siege when the flow of music abandons his ears (he’s wondering why he sees his headphones dangling from the hand of someone else). Shattering when a voice rebounds off his eardrums, “… singing gotten worse. I think he needs help.” The confusion clogging his mind dies down a little and he finally recognizes it as Key’s voice.
Eight seconds later, Onew’s mouth falls open when he manages to connect the dots. “I know my voice gets scratchy at times,” fails to realize he just cut Key off. “You think it’s that bad that I need a full-time vocal coach?”
Silence, and Onew thinks he said something wrong again, so he’s quick to try to apologize, but the sharp pain he feels in his shoulder tells him he’s a bit too late. “Fuck, are you even listening? I’m not talking about you,” Key snaps. “The song you were listening to. The high note part,” he demonstrates a bit here. “Jonghyun can’t hit that.”
Three second pause. “Okay,” Onew starts to laugh, gives away Jonghyun’s position of glaring from behind a nearby wall. “Are you saying he needs a vocal coach?”
There’s a scoff from behind the wall. “Maybe,” Key smirks. “But I was wondering if you could hit that note.”
“I guess--”
“His voice will crack.” Jonghyun interjects, and suddenly Onew’s face is halfway taken up by a toothy smile because he suddenly gets it (thinks he does.) So Onew demonstrates, hits the note as requested by Key, but unfortunately, his voice cracks as predicted by Jonghyun and then all is silent (except Onew, because he breaks out into a fit of laughter.)
Next, Onew is putting on his headphones again, chuckling at Jonghyun dragging Key out the room. Misses the seductive smirk on Jonghyun’s face and about half of the obscenities Key screams at both of them (he can pick out the lot of “Fuck you’s” and “You piece of shit’s” though.)
Onew decides that it’ll be best to find the charger to his iPod before it goes completely dead. Resolution in mind, he’s off the couch -- partially unaware of his surroundings, music blaring in his ears and using up the rest of the battery juice -- opening the five-way shared bedroom door. Straight to the large dresser, rummaging, searching, looking for that damn charger.
Still empty handed, iPod officially pronounced dead, Onew figures it must be under his bed, spins around and his eyes skim across the image of Jonghyun on top of Key and-- Whoa, does a double take on that one.
If under perfectly normal circumstances, Onew would have cracked a relatively lame joke then laughed at the awkward silence that would have possibly followed. But it’s just the fact and image of a Key in nothing but boxers, underneath Jonghyun. How Jonghyun’s shirt his halfway up his back and the way his jeans are riding so low that they might as well be off. And the huge bulge in front of both of their-- oh God, just what the hell is he looking at?
And now they’re both glaring at him and Onew forces himself to swallow, chokes out a garbled “I’m sorry, don’t mind me,” then trips his way to the threshold of the room.
“You’re scarred,” Key laughs when Onew hits his toe on the very corner of Taemin’s bed. “It’s your fucking fault,” his voice turns into a hiss as the force of a pillow connecting with Onew’s ass causes the leader to squeak and fall over into the hallway.
2. Worry.
Approximately five minutes before show time and that familiar, excited-nervous feeling that normally accompanies Onew before he steps on stage is replaced with worry. He’s not concerned about doing a serious mess up in front of a couple thousand people (Onew likes to think he’s kinda out of that phase) but the fact that there isn’t a grinning Jonghyun sharing the same exact feeling with him, or a pumped up Key making sure nothing is out of order.
He had ran around, asking the staff -- stylists, managers, anyone who looked official -- about their whereabouts, received one or a combination of three answers: “The last time I’ve seen them was over there,” or “Don‘t worry, they‘ll come around before the concert starts,” then the infamous “I don’t know, weren’t they with you?”
Eventually Onew smartened up, stopped asking, and as of now, he takes things into his own hands and sends himself zigzagging through a maze of hallways and doors.
Onew alternates glancing at his watch and hurriedly checking the rooms. Before he completely loses the direction of the way he came, decides that a storage room will be the last one he looks in.
When he swings open the door, Onew is really expecting another empty room, but there’s a sliver of good luck on his side as his eyes fall on Key and Jonghyun. “Hey guys,” he squints, “what are you doing? It’s almost sho-- Oh.”
Key detaches his lips from Jonghyun’s and shoves him into the nearest clothing rack. “Nothing,” Onew gives him this incredulous look as he straightens his shirt. “All his fault,” Key ends up offering as an explanation. Onew finds it best to just smile and keep silent.
“Alright,” Onew later informs all the members. “No groping on stage, got it?” A short period of silence, broken by the song induced “Yes sir” from Jonghyun and the jab to the chest from Key, completed with the slight frown of Minho and an absolutely puzzled look from Taemin is so, so worth the awkwardness in the end.
3. Responsibility.
As a leader, as Onew, as Jinki, as a human being, Onew makes a lot of mistakes. He’s able to pick himself after each one, no matter how many times he fails. He’s responsible about his mistakes, owns up to them no matter the cause or the punishment.
So when Onew drops his glass (the container too) of orange juice due to another case of clumsiness he briefly wishes he isn’t responsible for that one second because he’s pretty sure Key heard that one (will most likely kill him; this is the 4th glass this week.) And just yeah, he just happens to be responsible for this one, and better off hiding the fact it ever happened. Cleaning it up.
Onew doesn’t mind doing chores, but he really dislikes mopping and sweeping (he’ll need a mop for the orange juice and a broom for the glass shards though) -- mainly because sweeping requires too much coordination and while mopping he always manages to slip on the liquid.
He slinks over to the closet door, with a sigh, reaches out a hand opens it and he reaches to grab someone’s wrist-- wait a minute…
He jumps. “Kibum?” Onew hesitantly asks. “Are you the new mop… Is this a joke? Huh, wait, were you trying to scare me--” Cuts himself off as he looks down.
Jonghyun is sort of kneeling in front of Key, hands that were once working at Key’s zipper stilling and his eyes looking up at him with this look of silent laughter and Onew is wondering what’s so funny about being caught doing-what-married-couples-do in a closet.
“You still owe me,” Key hisses and Onew scrunches up his nose in confusion but realizes it’s directed at Jonghyun when he starts to snicker (and then everything falls silent.)
“Inside joke?” Onew tries to break the ice of awkwardness, part of his failure being he seems to be talking to the broom more than anything else.
“No,” Key huffs, steps out the closet, passes the mop and broom to Onew (who kind of just stumbles out of the way). A glance at the kitchen. “Make sure you clean it all up,” he sidles into another room.
Jonghyun steps out next. “You want some help with that?” Onew’s eyes widen a fraction and he shakes his head vigorously (later hopes he didn’t lose any brain cells.)
“Alright,” Jonghyun tosses his head opposite of Onew’s direction, humming while striding briskly in the same direction as Key.
Onew seriously regrets bashing his head in when he finally makes the connection.
4. Cleverness.
This time, Onew is expecting it. He can hear the sounds -- the obvious sounds of them… yeah. He can just hear them, so he knows what exactly he’s about to walk in on.
So when he swiftly pushes open the already slightly ajar bedroom door, he’s already expecting his eyes to bleed from the sight he knew he would see (but it’s not like he wants to imagine this.) The soft click of a button, followed by a flash. Four seconds, several clicks and flashes -- a shirtless Key trapped between the wall and an equally shirtless Jonghyun is still dazed from shock -- though the twitching of his fingers is telling Onew that in another five seconds he’ll be dead.
“Yep, I’m officially a millionaire,” Onew puts on the biggest grin he can muster. However, just judging by the angry blush starting to dust Key’s cheeks he decides it best to leave.
Too bad his reaction time is a little too late and Key is already gripping him by the collar, violently shaking him. Onew wonders if Jonghyun is going to help with beating the crap out of him but a quick glance into the room tells Onew that he’s too busy sliding down the wall with his face buried in his hands.
It’s after Onew manages to tell Key that he’s planning to sell these photos to the fan girls, he keeps the camera safe at all costs. Except for the quick kick to the balls.
Potential blackmail is definitely not worth risking the very wellbeing of his future kids.
5. Urgency.
The next time, Onew is absolutely not expecting it.
He had been doing some last-minute face washing when Jonghyun and Key burst through the door, lips locked, hands all over each other. It took some time for him to exactly place it, but eventually, he wondered just what the hell is happening and-- oh crap. He knew then.
“Hell no, Jinki,” Key breathes, “get out.” He moans. “You’re not stopping me today.”
Onew’s mind is stuck between a what and a couple of um’s and ah’s but ultimately he comes up with, “But I was here first!” Then Key starts to say something but Jonghyun catches his lips once again and his hand is stuffed so far down the waistband of Key’s pants that Onew simply winces, say what he’s been trained to do (I’m sorry) and fumbles with the doorknob.
Seven minutes fly, Onew realizes that he really, really has to piss. Piss -- not pee -- because he has to go so bad that it just has to warrant the name Piss.
It almost as if he has also developed temporary short-term memory loss since he’s basically running to the bathroom, completely forgetting the ordeal from earlier.
The door swings open and two steps into the bathroom, Onew is vocalizing something that could be considered a shriek, then he’s slipping and there’s a burning pain in the back of his head as black tinges the edges of his vision. Before the blackness takes over, the last things he can really recall are Key and Jonghyun’s faces hovering above him and Key’s repeated “Are you okay?”
6. Speculation.
A full 24-hours that Onew has not walked in on them -- his eyes have stopped burning and he feels great. That kind of stuff is just poison to his brain.
But now, when Onew is trying to sleep (when everyone else is trying to sleep), Key and Jonghyun are fooling around again. In the same room, on Key’s bed. He hears the murmurs, the shifting and the giggles, and thinks this really should not be happening, because let’s face it, it just shouldn’t.
He crawls out of his bed and stands, moving over with a pillow tucked under his arm to the light switch. Flips it on. “Cut it out already,” he shouts, making Taemin whine and hide the covers over his face, Minho cracking open an eye and halfway sitting up. Onew bounds over to Key and Jonghyun, thumping them both with the pillow. “Quit trying to do each other when you think no one is listening!”
“Ugh, Jinki, what the shit?” Key detangles his legs from Jonghyun’s and sits up from where he was snuggled close to his chest.
Jonghyun props up on one elbow. “What is this,” he yawns. “Emergency? Did you hit your head again? And nice wake-up call by the way--”
“Stop trying to do each other all the time!”
Soon, Taemin and Minho realize where this is going, and suppress their laughter (a few giggles escaping from the youngest still.) Jonghyun gives them both, and Onew a look that perfectly represents a lost puppy, and a very brief chuckle escapes Minho.
“What the shit,” Key repeats, sucks his teeth in exasperation, glaring. “I can’t fall asleep while cuddling anymore?”
Silence. “Oh,” Onew says and scurries to turn out the light.
Later, Jonghyun is whispering something close to “so, you really wanna do something,” to Key then there’s a murmur and some shifting and--
“Caught ya,” Onew chucks his pillow at both of them, hitting Key instead (Onew remembers to work on his aim a bit before trying again next time.) Then he concludes that the pillow stuffed halfway down is throat was not worth it.
For the first few days, Onew is plucking pillow feathers, cotton, and threads from between his teeth and the back of his throat. And for the last few, he’s spending a lot of time -- much of which is understanding silence -- with Minho.
A/N: totally dedicated to siaht. :D sorry it's so delayed, due to very, very stupid reasons too. ;-;