one-shot: playing with dolls never hurt
Playing with dolls never hurt
n/a | PG-13 | 1,843 words
Chaos ensues as a maniacal fan decides to send Taemin a box containing dolls of the other four members. Did I forget to mention that they were voodoo dolls?
This was written out of pure frustration of waiting for their god damn comeback, and the fact that I needed something to write since I’m not getting any 2Min ideas >w< Also, I love bullying people. But anyways, onwards to the fic.
Taemin sat on his bunk, a moderate-sized box upon his lap, in confusion. It was not the box itself that he was confused about. It was more…of the contents inside.
His hand dug into the sea of foam and plucked out a doll. After studying it for a while, he placed it delicately aside and proceeded to dump out the remaining contents. There were a total of four dolls lying lifelessly on his bed. They were all dolls of the members, features flawless, and not a single thing inaccurate about them or out of place. They were clothed accordingly to their Ring Ding Dong photo shoot, hairstyles included.
Taemin hastily grabbed the box to see if maybe he missed his own doll, but failed in doing so. He huffed and crossed his arms. Clearly, he was not this fan’s favorite.
However, he found a note under the mass of foam on his bed, flipped it from front to back, and finally found some sort of writing. Scrawled neatly were two words: Have fun.
It was a sign that this present was clearly only for him.
In any case, Taemin tossed aside the note as well as the box. He dumped the remaining foam into the trashcan and eyed the dolls that were neatly set next to one another. He grinned and nonchalantly picked up a random doll, which happened to be Key’s.
He carefully noted all the details of the Key doll: the earring, the purple streaks on his hair, and even the make-up. Taemin made a slight, “Ah!” noise as he noticed something incorrect.
“That’s weird, his hair isn’t this long…” He mumbled.
Being the perfectionist he was, Taemin searched around the room till he found what he was looking for. Opening one of the bedside drawers, he pulled out a pair of scissors and snapped them open.
“Jonghyun, I told you that you are banned from the kitchen. Now get out.” Key hissed as he held up his wooden spoon in a threatening manner. Jonghyun whined and tauntingly placed a foot within the perimeter. This only agitated Key more. “For fuck’s sake, what do you want?”
“I’m really, really hungry, and you’re not even done making dinner yet! I think I could die right now, so let me have a bite! Please?” Jonghyun pleaded, clasping his hands together in a begging manner. Key huffed, spun around, and proceeded to cook.
Jonghyun snickered silently and crept up behind the latter. “Does that mean a ‘yes’?” He prodded, and he could almost feel Key roll his eyes.
“Can’t you just be patient and go wait like everyone - ”
“Well, Onew isn’t even here yet, and Minho is probably on a date with Donghae or something. Taemin’s probably in the room doing something, and - wait, what’s wrong?” Jonghyun asked as he noticed the frozen state of the other. He poked at Key’s back, but got no response. On his tiptoes, he bent over to see what Key was staring at.
And they stood there in a long, long moment of silence.
“OH MY SHIT, MY HAIR! HOW - WHAT - I - MY HAIR!” Key screamed in horror, flinging the cooking utensil that was once in his hand across the kitchen and leapt back from the pot that was both filled with food…and apparently half of his hair.
“Aw…dude, now we can’t eat dinner. I was really looking forward to eating.” Jonghyun sighed, earning a deathly glare from Key.
“YOU THINK THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW? MY. FUCKING. HAIR. OH MY GOD, I JUST DON’T EVEN…MIRROR, I NEED A MIRROR.” Key dashed out of the kitchen as fast as Minho would, and slammed the bathroom door with a deafening Bang!
Jonghyun glanced from the bathroom towards the boiling pot continuously, soon shuffling over towards the pot. He could always just take out the hair, and then let the soup cook since he was dying of hunger, but…
“I guess I’ll just order take-out.” Jonghyun said to himself as he whipped out his cell-phone, ignoring the quiet sobs from the bathroom.
“There, all perfect.” Taemin said, smiling at his handiwork and set aside the Key doll delicately onto the bed with the others. He also set down the scissors back into the drawer, closing it on his way over to the bed.
He then observed the doll that was next to Key, it being Minho. Taemin picked it up, observing the features, and seeing if it needed any fixing. Needless to say, it was flawless, and Taemin grinned. But then he felt a pang of some sort in his chest.
“Why must you be such a whore, hyung?” Taemin questioned the doll as though he was talking to Minho himself. “Always flinging yourself to all the older men…” Taemin sighed dramatically.
“Hmph, I bet right now you are on some date with one of the Super Junior hyungs. Oh, let me guess, it must be Donghae right? God, what do you see in him? He’s just an ordinary guy with, like, amazing arms, and is popular among the ladies. Notice I said ladies, hyung.” He lectured to the doll, venting all his frustration towards it. Taemin admitted that it did help him. He could release all this inner frustration, and not bottle it all up like he usually did whenever he heard about Minho hanging out with one of the hyungs and not the members…or him. Yeah, he was a little selfish, but hey, he was the magnae. Magnaes need to be loved, damnit.
“Sometimes I wish you just told Donghae he was a motherfuckin, shit-eating, assfaced fish!” Taemin cursed silently towards the doll.
Minho gaped in shock as he rubbed his cheek where he had been slapped quite harshly, and watched Donghae stand up violently from his seat, swiftly making his way towards the exit.
“Why the fuck did I say that?” Minho whispered, and quickly chased after Donghae, leaving behind the candle-lit dinner and the alluring atmosphere of the restaurant. “Wait, hyung! I can explain!”
“No! Fuck you, you motherfuckin, shit-eating, assfaced whore! Don’t ever talk to me again!” Donghae screamed and dashed out of his line of sight, leaving behind a defeated Minho.
He could cry right now, in front of all the people that were walking pass him, some giving curious glances from the earlier scene, but he chose that what he had left of his dignity was too much.
Instead, Minho’s nostrils flared angrily, and he walked up towards the nearest brick wall, and crashed his head against it, raging during the process.
“Why did I say that?!” He yelled, scaring some passing pedestrians. Minho held back yet another scream, and wobbled towards what he thinks is the dorm’s direction. He was too frustrated to tell.
Well, he could always find comfort with Taemin.
Taemin felt satisfied after that little speech, so he set the doll where it once was and observed the last two dolls. Jonghyun and Onew.
He glanced at the Onew doll, picked it up and observed it. This doll was also perfectly made, no mistakes or corrections needed. So he carelessly threw the doll aside, hearing a slight thunk as it landed onto the bedroom floor. Taemin pondered if he should go pick it up.
He’ll do it later.
Onew smiled brightly as he met a deliveryman in front of the dorm complex, offering to take the food up to the room since they were going in the same direction anyway.
He happily skipped up the stairs, the back of his mind wondering why are we ordering delivery when key is making dinner, but ignored it anyway since he felt absolutely refreshed from exercising at the gym, only to get a massage afterwards. Ah yes, everything was going perfectly today, Onew thought.
Until, of course, he magically lost his footing while going up the stairs.
It was odd, because usually losing your footing meant actually falling down the stairs, but no. Onew felt a force push him into the stairway railing, knocking the breath out of him, which also unfortunately caused him to drop the food onto one of the stairs. He then felt the world flip upside down about maybe six times, some parts of body stinging as they made contact with hard surfaces.
When the terror finally ended, Onew was lying on his back, legs bent in awkward angles, and he could’ve sworn he tasted blood in the back of his throat.
He moaned in pain, and vaguely thought, “Not again…” and soon fell into a black darkness.
Taemin yawned and glanced at the clock. “Wah, it’s already this late? Haven’t even had dinner yet…oh well, got to get ready for tomorrow.”
Taemin changed into his pajamas, hiding the dolls underneath his pillow. However, he couldn’t help but to notice that Jonghyun’s arms were just too flimsy. He sat in his bed, wondering how he could fix this, when a light bulb flashed above his head.
He leaped down to grab the pair of scissors once again, and made an incision in both of the doll’s arms. Taemin then went over towards the trashcan to collect some of the foam, and stuff them into each arm till he felt like they were the appropriate size. After confirming the size, he somehow managed to sew back the arms, and then placed the doll underneath his pillow with the others.
He found it odd that no one else had came into the bedroom considering the late time, but Taemin ignored it anyway. He would be the one getting more sleep, he supposed.
However, the next day he awoke to chaos as he heard his manager shouting frantically. Taemin dashed into the living room, and stared in horror.
So, in the end, for their new concept they had gone with some sort of depressing-emo-vampire style with much convincing from Minho since he constantly persuaded that he just wasn’t in the mood for happy, bubbly songs.
Key had to get some sort of new hair-do, though Taemin was clueless as to why, since the management said he could keep the way his hair was before. He noticed Jonghyun busy staring into a mirror, flexing his amazingly huge arms every time he had the chance.
A reporter had dropped by, and they gave a firm interview that Onew’s second accident was merely a sign of good luck for their comeback. They also gave a warm message towards their fans, and told them to anticipate for their comeback.
And somewhere, out there, a maniacal girl is cackling in the depths of her room.
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Well, i hope to god that actually does not happen for their comeback - which i'm sure it won't, but ya never know~ this entire thing came from a little meme i did a while back, and i thought it would be cool to turn into a crack fic... at least i hope it's crack n_n
Oh, and i blame minwhore since i cannot come up with a damn 2Min fic, like seriously. I'm probably gonna have to go and look for some more comfort GIFs/vids, but ya. This is why i totally bullied him here >:D
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n/a | PG-13 | 1,843 words
Chaos ensues as a maniacal fan decides to send Taemin a box containing dolls of the other four members. Did I forget to mention that they were voodoo dolls?
This was written out of pure frustration of waiting for their god damn comeback, and the fact that I needed something to write since I’m not getting any 2Min ideas >w< Also, I love bullying people. But anyways, onwards to the fic.
Taemin sat on his bunk, a moderate-sized box upon his lap, in confusion. It was not the box itself that he was confused about. It was more…of the contents inside.
His hand dug into the sea of foam and plucked out a doll. After studying it for a while, he placed it delicately aside and proceeded to dump out the remaining contents. There were a total of four dolls lying lifelessly on his bed. They were all dolls of the members, features flawless, and not a single thing inaccurate about them or out of place. They were clothed accordingly to their Ring Ding Dong photo shoot, hairstyles included.
Taemin hastily grabbed the box to see if maybe he missed his own doll, but failed in doing so. He huffed and crossed his arms. Clearly, he was not this fan’s favorite.
However, he found a note under the mass of foam on his bed, flipped it from front to back, and finally found some sort of writing. Scrawled neatly were two words: Have fun.
It was a sign that this present was clearly only for him.
In any case, Taemin tossed aside the note as well as the box. He dumped the remaining foam into the trashcan and eyed the dolls that were neatly set next to one another. He grinned and nonchalantly picked up a random doll, which happened to be Key’s.
He carefully noted all the details of the Key doll: the earring, the purple streaks on his hair, and even the make-up. Taemin made a slight, “Ah!” noise as he noticed something incorrect.
“That’s weird, his hair isn’t this long…” He mumbled.
Being the perfectionist he was, Taemin searched around the room till he found what he was looking for. Opening one of the bedside drawers, he pulled out a pair of scissors and snapped them open.
“Jonghyun, I told you that you are banned from the kitchen. Now get out.” Key hissed as he held up his wooden spoon in a threatening manner. Jonghyun whined and tauntingly placed a foot within the perimeter. This only agitated Key more. “For fuck’s sake, what do you want?”
“I’m really, really hungry, and you’re not even done making dinner yet! I think I could die right now, so let me have a bite! Please?” Jonghyun pleaded, clasping his hands together in a begging manner. Key huffed, spun around, and proceeded to cook.
Jonghyun snickered silently and crept up behind the latter. “Does that mean a ‘yes’?” He prodded, and he could almost feel Key roll his eyes.
“Can’t you just be patient and go wait like everyone - ”
“Well, Onew isn’t even here yet, and Minho is probably on a date with Donghae or something. Taemin’s probably in the room doing something, and - wait, what’s wrong?” Jonghyun asked as he noticed the frozen state of the other. He poked at Key’s back, but got no response. On his tiptoes, he bent over to see what Key was staring at.
And they stood there in a long, long moment of silence.
“OH MY SHIT, MY HAIR! HOW - WHAT - I - MY HAIR!” Key screamed in horror, flinging the cooking utensil that was once in his hand across the kitchen and leapt back from the pot that was both filled with food…and apparently half of his hair.
“Aw…dude, now we can’t eat dinner. I was really looking forward to eating.” Jonghyun sighed, earning a deathly glare from Key.
“YOU THINK THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW? MY. FUCKING. HAIR. OH MY GOD, I JUST DON’T EVEN…MIRROR, I NEED A MIRROR.” Key dashed out of the kitchen as fast as Minho would, and slammed the bathroom door with a deafening Bang!
Jonghyun glanced from the bathroom towards the boiling pot continuously, soon shuffling over towards the pot. He could always just take out the hair, and then let the soup cook since he was dying of hunger, but…
“I guess I’ll just order take-out.” Jonghyun said to himself as he whipped out his cell-phone, ignoring the quiet sobs from the bathroom.
“There, all perfect.” Taemin said, smiling at his handiwork and set aside the Key doll delicately onto the bed with the others. He also set down the scissors back into the drawer, closing it on his way over to the bed.
He then observed the doll that was next to Key, it being Minho. Taemin picked it up, observing the features, and seeing if it needed any fixing. Needless to say, it was flawless, and Taemin grinned. But then he felt a pang of some sort in his chest.
“Why must you be such a whore, hyung?” Taemin questioned the doll as though he was talking to Minho himself. “Always flinging yourself to all the older men…” Taemin sighed dramatically.
“Hmph, I bet right now you are on some date with one of the Super Junior hyungs. Oh, let me guess, it must be Donghae right? God, what do you see in him? He’s just an ordinary guy with, like, amazing arms, and is popular among the ladies. Notice I said ladies, hyung.” He lectured to the doll, venting all his frustration towards it. Taemin admitted that it did help him. He could release all this inner frustration, and not bottle it all up like he usually did whenever he heard about Minho hanging out with one of the hyungs and not the members…or him. Yeah, he was a little selfish, but hey, he was the magnae. Magnaes need to be loved, damnit.
“Sometimes I wish you just told Donghae he was a motherfuckin, shit-eating, assfaced fish!” Taemin cursed silently towards the doll.
Minho gaped in shock as he rubbed his cheek where he had been slapped quite harshly, and watched Donghae stand up violently from his seat, swiftly making his way towards the exit.
“Why the fuck did I say that?” Minho whispered, and quickly chased after Donghae, leaving behind the candle-lit dinner and the alluring atmosphere of the restaurant. “Wait, hyung! I can explain!”
“No! Fuck you, you motherfuckin, shit-eating, assfaced whore! Don’t ever talk to me again!” Donghae screamed and dashed out of his line of sight, leaving behind a defeated Minho.
He could cry right now, in front of all the people that were walking pass him, some giving curious glances from the earlier scene, but he chose that what he had left of his dignity was too much.
Instead, Minho’s nostrils flared angrily, and he walked up towards the nearest brick wall, and crashed his head against it, raging during the process.
“Why did I say that?!” He yelled, scaring some passing pedestrians. Minho held back yet another scream, and wobbled towards what he thinks is the dorm’s direction. He was too frustrated to tell.
Well, he could always find comfort with Taemin.
Taemin felt satisfied after that little speech, so he set the doll where it once was and observed the last two dolls. Jonghyun and Onew.
He glanced at the Onew doll, picked it up and observed it. This doll was also perfectly made, no mistakes or corrections needed. So he carelessly threw the doll aside, hearing a slight thunk as it landed onto the bedroom floor. Taemin pondered if he should go pick it up.
He’ll do it later.
Onew smiled brightly as he met a deliveryman in front of the dorm complex, offering to take the food up to the room since they were going in the same direction anyway.
He happily skipped up the stairs, the back of his mind wondering why are we ordering delivery when key is making dinner, but ignored it anyway since he felt absolutely refreshed from exercising at the gym, only to get a massage afterwards. Ah yes, everything was going perfectly today, Onew thought.
Until, of course, he magically lost his footing while going up the stairs.
It was odd, because usually losing your footing meant actually falling down the stairs, but no. Onew felt a force push him into the stairway railing, knocking the breath out of him, which also unfortunately caused him to drop the food onto one of the stairs. He then felt the world flip upside down about maybe six times, some parts of body stinging as they made contact with hard surfaces.
When the terror finally ended, Onew was lying on his back, legs bent in awkward angles, and he could’ve sworn he tasted blood in the back of his throat.
He moaned in pain, and vaguely thought, “Not again…” and soon fell into a black darkness.
Taemin yawned and glanced at the clock. “Wah, it’s already this late? Haven’t even had dinner yet…oh well, got to get ready for tomorrow.”
Taemin changed into his pajamas, hiding the dolls underneath his pillow. However, he couldn’t help but to notice that Jonghyun’s arms were just too flimsy. He sat in his bed, wondering how he could fix this, when a light bulb flashed above his head.
He leaped down to grab the pair of scissors once again, and made an incision in both of the doll’s arms. Taemin then went over towards the trashcan to collect some of the foam, and stuff them into each arm till he felt like they were the appropriate size. After confirming the size, he somehow managed to sew back the arms, and then placed the doll underneath his pillow with the others.
He found it odd that no one else had came into the bedroom considering the late time, but Taemin ignored it anyway. He would be the one getting more sleep, he supposed.
However, the next day he awoke to chaos as he heard his manager shouting frantically. Taemin dashed into the living room, and stared in horror.
So, in the end, for their new concept they had gone with some sort of depressing-emo-vampire style with much convincing from Minho since he constantly persuaded that he just wasn’t in the mood for happy, bubbly songs.
Key had to get some sort of new hair-do, though Taemin was clueless as to why, since the management said he could keep the way his hair was before. He noticed Jonghyun busy staring into a mirror, flexing his amazingly huge arms every time he had the chance.
A reporter had dropped by, and they gave a firm interview that Onew’s second accident was merely a sign of good luck for their comeback. They also gave a warm message towards their fans, and told them to anticipate for their comeback.
And somewhere, out there, a maniacal girl is cackling in the depths of her room.
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Well, i hope to god that actually does not happen for their comeback - which i'm sure it won't, but ya never know~ this entire thing came from a little meme i did a while back, and i thought it would be cool to turn into a crack fic... at least i hope it's crack n_n
Oh, and i blame minwhore since i cannot come up with a damn 2Min fic, like seriously. I'm probably gonna have to go and look for some more comfort GIFs/vids, but ya. This is why i totally bullied him here >:D
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