Homesickness (and how to cure it)
Title: Homesickness (and how to cure it)
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Fluff, Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Granted, you can't see much, given the poor lighting and your sleep-sore eyes, but you do understand something's missing.
A/N: YAY first ontae! Prompted by honey_x_flavor :3 Hope you guys enjoy~♥
Granted, you can't see much, given the poor lighting and your sleep-sore eyes, but you do understand something's missing.
Using your elbows to lift your torso, you pause and allow your brain to wake up; a minute, or maybe even three minutes go by as you simply blink, trying to recover. After you believe you're decently functioning again, you tilt your head towards all destinations, eyes scanning the surrounding bunks, until you spot an empty one. You let your eyes fall shut for the tiniest of seconds, swallow, and decide to pull the covers back.
When you're finally up on your feet, you make sure you didn't disturb anyone during your attempt to get out of bed. You like to believe you're a good leader, and according to your book good leaders don't make their members lose important sleep time.
And then, sounds reach your ears and pull you out of the trance you were about to go in. Had you been a cat, your ears would have rotated towards the source of the distraction, but last time you checked, you're a human, so you simply just look over there. There's soft light reflecting off various surfaces past the doorway, accompanied by nothing else but rustling. It only takes a few seconds until curiosity takes the best out of you, so you start walking, more like shuffling, out of the bedroom, past the bathroom, through the hall, and finally seizing when you reach the living room.
Sure enough, the television is on, muted, and an ill-looking Taemin is huddled up in the corner, his corner, of the couch fingers clutching a bag of chips.
Oh, so it's that time of the month. The youngest boy seems to be getting this a bit too much. All four of you have gotten used to his blue days already, during which he completely loses all touch. It's nothing too dramatic, but it concerns you. When previously asked, he'd say he felt homesick, missing his parents, his brother and even his dogs.
Despite your efforts and Kibum's constant nagging, it was obvious that there was nothing anybody could do to lift his mood. He'd just spend a few hours alone, consuming humongous amounts of junk -comfort food, he'd call it- and he'd be fine in a spark.
But there's only this much patience you can have when he doesn't even turn to acknowledge your existence. He completely ignores you, despite the fact that you're in his peripheral view, and he simply stares at the soundless TV, his eyes swollen and his cheeks red. He's obviously been crying, and you find it ridiculous. You sigh. Stopping his munching, he finally looks at you.
Your eyebrows rise, giving that completely straightforward what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you look, and the corners of his mouth tilt in an apologetic way. You sigh again. Not emitting a word, you turn around to exit the room and you manage to catch his turned down expression.
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You almost pout when you see him leave, after not even sparing a sentence.
You know your attitude is not exactly the best right now, but you can't help feeling down when you miss your family. You're only 16, anyway; what's a boy supposed to do?
Staring emptily at the screen once more, you reach into the bag again, consequently stuffing your mouth with more chips. Kibum would scold you for being so reckless, but your weight doesn't shift either way, so who cares. You don't really know what you're watching, you haven't been paying attention to be honest, but it's already 4AM, so you're not expecting anything grand.
You suddenly hear footsteps approaching, mixed with the sound of something being dragged along. Your eyes turn towards the direction of the unknown, or not that unknown, person coming closer, and you see Jinki. His hair is still ruffled and all over his face, and his eyes are kinda drooping. Slung over his shoulder, you can see your blanket, long enough to reach the tiled floor.
He stands in front of you and waves his hand, instructing you to scoot over towards the center of the couch. You comply and he seems pleased, even a little, and he sits next to you. There's a pregnant pause as he awkwardly moves his arms, trying to compute his next moves, but he finally works it out.
Taking hold of the bag and putting it away, he pushes you down onto your side and he does the same himself, laying behind you. Warmth fills you whole as he places the blanket over the both of you, carefully tucking the corners so that no air comes in. He slings an arm over you and his fingers graze against your stomach for just a bit.
You feel him sigh against the back of your head and you can't help your automatic reaction to snuggle closer, worming your way closer to him. It makes him tighten his hold on you, something you didn't really expect, and you take your turn sighing.
It feels like home, as much as it can, and sleep claims you before you can even think anything more.
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Fluff, Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Granted, you can't see much, given the poor lighting and your sleep-sore eyes, but you do understand something's missing.
A/N: YAY first ontae! Prompted by honey_x_flavor :3 Hope you guys enjoy~♥
Granted, you can't see much, given the poor lighting and your sleep-sore eyes, but you do understand something's missing.
Using your elbows to lift your torso, you pause and allow your brain to wake up; a minute, or maybe even three minutes go by as you simply blink, trying to recover. After you believe you're decently functioning again, you tilt your head towards all destinations, eyes scanning the surrounding bunks, until you spot an empty one. You let your eyes fall shut for the tiniest of seconds, swallow, and decide to pull the covers back.
When you're finally up on your feet, you make sure you didn't disturb anyone during your attempt to get out of bed. You like to believe you're a good leader, and according to your book good leaders don't make their members lose important sleep time.
And then, sounds reach your ears and pull you out of the trance you were about to go in. Had you been a cat, your ears would have rotated towards the source of the distraction, but last time you checked, you're a human, so you simply just look over there. There's soft light reflecting off various surfaces past the doorway, accompanied by nothing else but rustling. It only takes a few seconds until curiosity takes the best out of you, so you start walking, more like shuffling, out of the bedroom, past the bathroom, through the hall, and finally seizing when you reach the living room.
Sure enough, the television is on, muted, and an ill-looking Taemin is huddled up in the corner, his corner, of the couch fingers clutching a bag of chips.
Oh, so it's that time of the month. The youngest boy seems to be getting this a bit too much. All four of you have gotten used to his blue days already, during which he completely loses all touch. It's nothing too dramatic, but it concerns you. When previously asked, he'd say he felt homesick, missing his parents, his brother and even his dogs.
Despite your efforts and Kibum's constant nagging, it was obvious that there was nothing anybody could do to lift his mood. He'd just spend a few hours alone, consuming humongous amounts of junk -comfort food, he'd call it- and he'd be fine in a spark.
But there's only this much patience you can have when he doesn't even turn to acknowledge your existence. He completely ignores you, despite the fact that you're in his peripheral view, and he simply stares at the soundless TV, his eyes swollen and his cheeks red. He's obviously been crying, and you find it ridiculous. You sigh. Stopping his munching, he finally looks at you.
Your eyebrows rise, giving that completely straightforward what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you look, and the corners of his mouth tilt in an apologetic way. You sigh again. Not emitting a word, you turn around to exit the room and you manage to catch his turned down expression.
------
You almost pout when you see him leave, after not even sparing a sentence.
You know your attitude is not exactly the best right now, but you can't help feeling down when you miss your family. You're only 16, anyway; what's a boy supposed to do?
Staring emptily at the screen once more, you reach into the bag again, consequently stuffing your mouth with more chips. Kibum would scold you for being so reckless, but your weight doesn't shift either way, so who cares. You don't really know what you're watching, you haven't been paying attention to be honest, but it's already 4AM, so you're not expecting anything grand.
You suddenly hear footsteps approaching, mixed with the sound of something being dragged along. Your eyes turn towards the direction of the unknown, or not that unknown, person coming closer, and you see Jinki. His hair is still ruffled and all over his face, and his eyes are kinda drooping. Slung over his shoulder, you can see your blanket, long enough to reach the tiled floor.
He stands in front of you and waves his hand, instructing you to scoot over towards the center of the couch. You comply and he seems pleased, even a little, and he sits next to you. There's a pregnant pause as he awkwardly moves his arms, trying to compute his next moves, but he finally works it out.
Taking hold of the bag and putting it away, he pushes you down onto your side and he does the same himself, laying behind you. Warmth fills you whole as he places the blanket over the both of you, carefully tucking the corners so that no air comes in. He slings an arm over you and his fingers graze against your stomach for just a bit.
You feel him sigh against the back of your head and you can't help your automatic reaction to snuggle closer, worming your way closer to him. It makes him tighten his hold on you, something you didn't really expect, and you take your turn sighing.
It feels like home, as much as it can, and sleep claims you before you can even think anything more.