shinee | studying & king of anything
Studying
Minho/Taemin | pg | 360w
In which Taemin studies too hard and Minho is worried
“Taemin” Minho says and Taemin realizes that it probably isn't the first time Minho has called him, leaning against the wall next to their bedroom, trying to catch his attention. “What are you doing up?”
Taemin stares up at Minho, wincing at the light because he has been staring at his notes far too long. “...solving some math problems about conjectures, I think. I didn't really understand it anymore after the first ten minutes.”
“It's almost -” Minho looks at the clock, “- 2:00AM.” He walks over to where Taemin is crouched over the table, books spread out and random pieces of paper stuck on his notepad. “You've been studying non-stop lately. You've been at it for what? Six hours already today? Taemin, you really need to get some sleep if you want to be awake during schedules tomorrow.”
“But my exam is next week.” Taemin stretches his arms above his head, his muscles cramping slightly. He knew that combining school and the band would be hard, but he also knows that if he doesn't push himself to do well, he will just quit with school. And he desperately wants to finish school. “I will just have to get past these exams and then everything will calm down a bit.”
Minho sighs. “But there's no way that you're going to continue now.” Taemin is hauled to his feet. Minho wants to look down, like he has all those years, but he realizes that he doesn't have to anymore. Taemin can look him straight in the eye now, he isn't their little maknae anymore. The little cute boy has grown up to a handsome man. Minho shakes his head, before he knew it he had started to act all melodramatic like Key. “We're going to put you to bed.”
Taemin leans against Minho, letting the older boy keep him upright. “Oh really?” He asks with a slight smirk.
“Yes, really.” Minho kisses Taemin's temple, already working on getting Taemin's clothes off. “At least when you're in my bed, I know that you won't sneak out of bed to continue studying.”
♥
King of anything
Onew/Key | pg | 293w
Onew is being stubborn, Key always gets his way in the end
Onew wonders how he got into this situation. And with this situation he means trapped on the couch by Key, seeing something pinkish when he looks down at his feet and Key looking like he has the best experience in his life.
“I thought I said no?” He says to Key, but he might as well be talking to the wall because he is blissfully ignored. “What are you doing, Kibum?”
That does get a reaction. “What does it look like I'm doing, Jinki?” And when Onew looks down again, he realizes that he just shouldn't have asked because it was blatantly obvious that Key was painting his nails.
“But why pink?” Onew asks, desperately trying to get his feet away from Key.
“It's not like anyone is going to see it.” Key says, shifting so that his weight is on Onew's foot, pinning it down so he can't get away.
“Somehow I don't believe you. Because I know that you will somehow find a way to show it to everyone.” Onew lunges for the bottle with nail polish, but being the clumsy person he is, his upper body falls off the bank. He is stuck in between the table and the couch, his feet still trapped by Key. Key lets out a loud laugh, patting Onew on the head because he looks like a lost puppy.
“You'll never learn, will you?” Key chuckles.
Onew moves so he is slightly more comfortable on the ground. “I give up. Do whatever you want.”
Key smiles brightly, leaning down to plant a kiss on Onew's lips. “You'll love it, I swear.”
Onew just rolls his eyes and watches Key work, trying his hardest not to smile.
Minho/Taemin | pg | 360w
In which Taemin studies too hard and Minho is worried
“Taemin” Minho says and Taemin realizes that it probably isn't the first time Minho has called him, leaning against the wall next to their bedroom, trying to catch his attention. “What are you doing up?”
Taemin stares up at Minho, wincing at the light because he has been staring at his notes far too long. “...solving some math problems about conjectures, I think. I didn't really understand it anymore after the first ten minutes.”
“It's almost -” Minho looks at the clock, “- 2:00AM.” He walks over to where Taemin is crouched over the table, books spread out and random pieces of paper stuck on his notepad. “You've been studying non-stop lately. You've been at it for what? Six hours already today? Taemin, you really need to get some sleep if you want to be awake during schedules tomorrow.”
“But my exam is next week.” Taemin stretches his arms above his head, his muscles cramping slightly. He knew that combining school and the band would be hard, but he also knows that if he doesn't push himself to do well, he will just quit with school. And he desperately wants to finish school. “I will just have to get past these exams and then everything will calm down a bit.”
Minho sighs. “But there's no way that you're going to continue now.” Taemin is hauled to his feet. Minho wants to look down, like he has all those years, but he realizes that he doesn't have to anymore. Taemin can look him straight in the eye now, he isn't their little maknae anymore. The little cute boy has grown up to a handsome man. Minho shakes his head, before he knew it he had started to act all melodramatic like Key. “We're going to put you to bed.”
Taemin leans against Minho, letting the older boy keep him upright. “Oh really?” He asks with a slight smirk.
“Yes, really.” Minho kisses Taemin's temple, already working on getting Taemin's clothes off. “At least when you're in my bed, I know that you won't sneak out of bed to continue studying.”
♥
King of anything
Onew/Key | pg | 293w
Onew is being stubborn, Key always gets his way in the end
Onew wonders how he got into this situation. And with this situation he means trapped on the couch by Key, seeing something pinkish when he looks down at his feet and Key looking like he has the best experience in his life.
“I thought I said no?” He says to Key, but he might as well be talking to the wall because he is blissfully ignored. “What are you doing, Kibum?”
That does get a reaction. “What does it look like I'm doing, Jinki?” And when Onew looks down again, he realizes that he just shouldn't have asked because it was blatantly obvious that Key was painting his nails.
“But why pink?” Onew asks, desperately trying to get his feet away from Key.
“It's not like anyone is going to see it.” Key says, shifting so that his weight is on Onew's foot, pinning it down so he can't get away.
“Somehow I don't believe you. Because I know that you will somehow find a way to show it to everyone.” Onew lunges for the bottle with nail polish, but being the clumsy person he is, his upper body falls off the bank. He is stuck in between the table and the couch, his feet still trapped by Key. Key lets out a loud laugh, patting Onew on the head because he looks like a lost puppy.
“You'll never learn, will you?” Key chuckles.
Onew moves so he is slightly more comfortable on the ground. “I give up. Do whatever you want.”
Key smiles brightly, leaning down to plant a kiss on Onew's lips. “You'll love it, I swear.”
Onew just rolls his eyes and watches Key work, trying his hardest not to smile.