What secrecy?
Title: What secrecy?
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: What Taemin loves the most is the convenience of it all; the simplicity of Jinki never turning down a 2 a.m. fridge raid.
A/N: I should be sleepingggg @_@ But, about this. Yay? Nay?
The first time it ever happens, like everything Taemin has ever done, it's been thoroughly planned out.
So when he pops up behind Jinki in the bathroom mirror, he's not surprised by the leader almost choking on toothpaste, or even by the fact that a few heads turn towards them, peering through the opening of the door. Putting on a smile, he makes a show out of shoving random t-shirts into the hamper, mouth out of anybody else's sight.
"2 a.m., in the kitchen," he simply says, voice low and secretive, and Jinki's fingers freeze around his toothbrush for a second, probably trying to understand what's going on. "Don't fall asleep," is the last thing he says before he exits the bathroom. He flashes a few smiles around and is soon nowhere to be seen, having muttered something about pajamas and exhaustion.
But see, he knows what he's doing. Always does. Because he may be the youngest (and Kibum's weakest spot), but he's experienced enough to understand nobody ever gets away with eating a whole tub of ice cream. Unless that nobody has an accomplice. A partner in crime. Someone to share the blame with. And Taemin's done his research.
That's exactly why his eyes shoot open the moment he feels his phone vibrate underneath his pillow. That's why he briefly pulls at Jinki's covers before he leaves for the kitchen. That's why he patiently sits on the counter, drumming his fingers against its surface. That's why his satisfied stare falls on the other boy the second he shows up.
"What's this about?" Jinki asks with a puzzled look, obviously forcing his body to stay awake.
Instead of answering, Taemin simply hops off, energetically opening the freezer and digging inside. When he emerges with a smirk on his face, the older raises a rather uncharacteristic eyebrow at the large tub in his hands.
"Ice cream?" his voice is full of disbelief.
Taemin nods. "It's going to be our little secret," he says, face never once straightening out, as he sets said 'secret' on the table and opens it up, all too eager.
"You do understand what you're dragging me into, right?" he asks, finding it a tiny bit hard to stop from smiling when Taemin waves a couple of spoons at him. Little bastard.
"Can't back out now," the younger replies cheekily, and the way his eyes find equally mischievous ones seals the deal.
"You rightfully got told today," Jinki says five weeks later, back against the fridge and bare feet flat on the wooden floor. The expression on his face is rather smug.
What he receives is just a shake of the head from the boy sitting next to him. "I'll hold that against you, you were supposed to stand up for me," he accuses before biting into his jelly toast; ice cream sadly got banned a few days back, after suspicious stomachaches from Jinki's and Taemin's part.
"You brought it onto yourself," he replies and uses his fingers to cut off a corner from the younger's sandwich, earning himself a half-glare. It's really not his fault, though, Taemin kind of deserves the decreased dinner portions and the disapproving stares from Kibum. He decides to tell him so.
"I feel betrayed," is all Taemin can say before splitting his last bite in half and offering one part of it to Jinki. "After all I've done for you," he trails off, his expression hurt in an excellent display of fine acting.
"Save it," Jinki chuckles a little once he's done with chewing. "And wrap up, we're having an early morning tomorrow," he says, tone getting a bit more serious as he stands up.
Taemin extends his hand, silently asking for some help, and doesn't lose time in replying once he's on his feet. "Also, our turn for the grocery shopping." He grins.
Jinki huffs. "Right, make me smuggle stuff into the house again."
"I don't see you complaining," Taemin smiles, and his thumb brushes by the corner of Jinki's mouth, scooping up purple jelly, which ends up in his own mouth. He turns to leave before getting a reply, and only pauses on the door frame for a second. "I think I like cherry better, by the way."
The only thing Jinki needs the next day is the text in his cellphone reading 2 - kitchen, before he directs a smile towards the other side of the practice room, where a grinning Taemin tucks his mobile into his pocket. Can't back out now.
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: What Taemin loves the most is the convenience of it all; the simplicity of Jinki never turning down a 2 a.m. fridge raid.
A/N: I should be sleepingggg @_@ But, about this. Yay? Nay?
The first time it ever happens, like everything Taemin has ever done, it's been thoroughly planned out.
So when he pops up behind Jinki in the bathroom mirror, he's not surprised by the leader almost choking on toothpaste, or even by the fact that a few heads turn towards them, peering through the opening of the door. Putting on a smile, he makes a show out of shoving random t-shirts into the hamper, mouth out of anybody else's sight.
"2 a.m., in the kitchen," he simply says, voice low and secretive, and Jinki's fingers freeze around his toothbrush for a second, probably trying to understand what's going on. "Don't fall asleep," is the last thing he says before he exits the bathroom. He flashes a few smiles around and is soon nowhere to be seen, having muttered something about pajamas and exhaustion.
But see, he knows what he's doing. Always does. Because he may be the youngest (and Kibum's weakest spot), but he's experienced enough to understand nobody ever gets away with eating a whole tub of ice cream. Unless that nobody has an accomplice. A partner in crime. Someone to share the blame with. And Taemin's done his research.
That's exactly why his eyes shoot open the moment he feels his phone vibrate underneath his pillow. That's why he briefly pulls at Jinki's covers before he leaves for the kitchen. That's why he patiently sits on the counter, drumming his fingers against its surface. That's why his satisfied stare falls on the other boy the second he shows up.
"What's this about?" Jinki asks with a puzzled look, obviously forcing his body to stay awake.
Instead of answering, Taemin simply hops off, energetically opening the freezer and digging inside. When he emerges with a smirk on his face, the older raises a rather uncharacteristic eyebrow at the large tub in his hands.
"Ice cream?" his voice is full of disbelief.
Taemin nods. "It's going to be our little secret," he says, face never once straightening out, as he sets said 'secret' on the table and opens it up, all too eager.
"You do understand what you're dragging me into, right?" he asks, finding it a tiny bit hard to stop from smiling when Taemin waves a couple of spoons at him. Little bastard.
"Can't back out now," the younger replies cheekily, and the way his eyes find equally mischievous ones seals the deal.
"You rightfully got told today," Jinki says five weeks later, back against the fridge and bare feet flat on the wooden floor. The expression on his face is rather smug.
What he receives is just a shake of the head from the boy sitting next to him. "I'll hold that against you, you were supposed to stand up for me," he accuses before biting into his jelly toast; ice cream sadly got banned a few days back, after suspicious stomachaches from Jinki's and Taemin's part.
"You brought it onto yourself," he replies and uses his fingers to cut off a corner from the younger's sandwich, earning himself a half-glare. It's really not his fault, though, Taemin kind of deserves the decreased dinner portions and the disapproving stares from Kibum. He decides to tell him so.
"I feel betrayed," is all Taemin can say before splitting his last bite in half and offering one part of it to Jinki. "After all I've done for you," he trails off, his expression hurt in an excellent display of fine acting.
"Save it," Jinki chuckles a little once he's done with chewing. "And wrap up, we're having an early morning tomorrow," he says, tone getting a bit more serious as he stands up.
Taemin extends his hand, silently asking for some help, and doesn't lose time in replying once he's on his feet. "Also, our turn for the grocery shopping." He grins.
Jinki huffs. "Right, make me smuggle stuff into the house again."
"I don't see you complaining," Taemin smiles, and his thumb brushes by the corner of Jinki's mouth, scooping up purple jelly, which ends up in his own mouth. He turns to leave before getting a reply, and only pauses on the door frame for a second. "I think I like cherry better, by the way."
The only thing Jinki needs the next day is the text in his cellphone reading 2 - kitchen, before he directs a smile towards the other side of the practice room, where a grinning Taemin tucks his mobile into his pocket. Can't back out now.