Under the covers.
title: under the covers.
pairing: Onew x Taemin
genre: fluff
rating: g
word count: 965
summary: under any circumstance, he can’t sleep without a blanket.
notes: inspired by this. :3 i personally like this. ^^ heee~ formaknaelovesyou, because i made her beta a pairing she doesn`t like and because she loves OnTae. tell me what you think~ ♥
Tonight, the summer welcomed its way inside their dorm. The window was left open, but the night breeze only passed by once in a while.
Still, Jinki slept with a white, thick, cotton blanket covering him from head to toe. It’s the reason why he wakes up every morning drenched in sweat. No one knows why he got used to this habit, and Kibum assumes that their leader just wants to burn off some fat by sweating and uses his blanket as a substitute sauna or something. Really, no one questions his quirkiness.
Not until now.
Jinki was almost lulled into sleep by a white, fluffy sheep jumping over the brown picket fence repeatedly in his imagination. If only the maknae had not invited himself over to Jinki’s bed, he would have been dozing off to dreamland.
“Hyung, move.” He ordered, squeezing himself into what little space the bed still had.
The leader mumbled something incoherent in return while he scooched over to the side. “What are you doing here? Go back to sleep.” He murmured, rubbing his eyes drowsily.
Taemin ignored him and continued to squirm, messing up the sheets. And when he was finally comfortable, he looked at Jinki, eyes awake despite the current time. “I can’t sleep in my own bed.” He mumbled. The moonlit darkness was enough for Jinki too see that the boy was pouting beside him. It illuminated his restlessness, tiredness, and sleepiness that’s stopped by temporary insomnia.
“I wonder why…” The one under the covers allowed his sentence to fade away with an exhausted yawn. Jinki faced their group’s dance machine, his vision finally losing the blurriness as his sleepy gaze lingered on his face, realizing for the first time that he looked beautiful. Or maybe it was just the faint glow of the full moon inviting itself in from the window. Or maybe his half-unconscious brain is just playing tricks. Or maybe Taemin is really beautiful after all, and he’s just too busy trying to shout stop it, geez, just hibernate and never wake up to the fluttering butterflies in his stomach that gave him too much to think of.
After a moment of silence, Taemin asked “Hyung, don’t you feel hot with that blanket covering you?” He tugs the said white cloth to catch the older one’s attention.
“If you only knew how much I’m sweating right now.” He replies breathily, shaking his head in the slightest bit.
“Take it off then.” His hands grasped Jinki’s blanket, and attempted to peel it away from him.
The older one prevents him from doing so by taking hold of the piece of cloth tightly with both hands. “No, don’t.” He whined in a whisper, afraid that he might wake up their other roommate. Even the eldest could never escape the endless rants and life lesson lectures from the facial-masked sleeping boy that goes by the name of Kim Kibum inside their shared room.
Twist, turn, tug. And then the space between them was gone, and they were facing each other with amused expressions, the competitive rush well-hidden underneath.
“No really, hyung, why?” Taemin asked again. With eyes filled with a pool of honest curiosity and hands crumpling the blanket that now covered the both of them, he never looked more innocent.
Fly, flutter, go around in circles. Jinki assumes that the butterflies were woken up because of the inches-thick space between them.
“Because,” Jinki started. “it just…” he stared off into space, structuring the sentences in his mind. “Nevermind, you’ll find it silly.” He shook his head, with an embarrassed grin.
“But I like silly things.” He smiled, lips drenched in playfulness as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
Jinki thought he looked creepy and cute at the same time, so he just gave in and started his explanation. “Whatever the temperature is, burning hot or freezing cold, I always use a blanket because…” he allowed his vision to wander off from the younger one’s face (which was tainted in interest, and curiosity) in front of him to the blank, beige ceiling above him while he fished for the right words.
Curled up and patiently waiting for his hyung to answer, the intensity of his burning inquiry rises. Evidently, his grasp imprints creases on the blanket that sheds them from their unknown fears.
“I feel protected.” Jinki finally said, softly and in a murmur, the final fragment of his answer.
Taemin’s eyes seemed like they were sparkling, and it’s as if the sun has already risen when his warm, little smile formed. “Oh.” He nods to himself and envelopes Jinki in his arms.
Frozen up by the maknae’s actions, it felt as if his lungs stopped while his heart sped up at the same time. He pondered for a moments if it was love or if it was an asthma attack. In the end, he just took in the fragrance of the person hugging him.
“But hyung,” said Taemin. “why would you need a blanket to protect you when you already have me?”
Blink, blush, control raging heartbeat.
Closed windows, socks covering the toes, and jackets wrapping the upper half of the body is no match to the freezing cold that penetrates through the gaps of the doors and windows that were left open carelessly. And it doesn’t make a difference with the heater that’s too old, rusty, and ancient to produce proper warmth.
Tonight, it was getting colder as the darkness creeps into the room as the hours crawl their way closer to dawn. Jinki was in a fetal position on top of the mattress, nothing but layers of clothing apparel sandwiching him for heat. Really, no one questions his quirkiness.
Not until the members (except one) ask him why he doesn’t use his blanket anymore.
pairing: Onew x Taemin
genre: fluff
rating: g
word count: 965
summary: under any circumstance, he can’t sleep without a blanket.
notes: inspired by this. :3 i personally like this. ^^ heee~ formaknaelovesyou, because i made her beta a pairing she doesn`t like and because she loves OnTae. tell me what you think~ ♥
Tonight, the summer welcomed its way inside their dorm. The window was left open, but the night breeze only passed by once in a while.
Still, Jinki slept with a white, thick, cotton blanket covering him from head to toe. It’s the reason why he wakes up every morning drenched in sweat. No one knows why he got used to this habit, and Kibum assumes that their leader just wants to burn off some fat by sweating and uses his blanket as a substitute sauna or something. Really, no one questions his quirkiness.
Not until now.
Jinki was almost lulled into sleep by a white, fluffy sheep jumping over the brown picket fence repeatedly in his imagination. If only the maknae had not invited himself over to Jinki’s bed, he would have been dozing off to dreamland.
“Hyung, move.” He ordered, squeezing himself into what little space the bed still had.
The leader mumbled something incoherent in return while he scooched over to the side. “What are you doing here? Go back to sleep.” He murmured, rubbing his eyes drowsily.
Taemin ignored him and continued to squirm, messing up the sheets. And when he was finally comfortable, he looked at Jinki, eyes awake despite the current time. “I can’t sleep in my own bed.” He mumbled. The moonlit darkness was enough for Jinki too see that the boy was pouting beside him. It illuminated his restlessness, tiredness, and sleepiness that’s stopped by temporary insomnia.
“I wonder why…” The one under the covers allowed his sentence to fade away with an exhausted yawn. Jinki faced their group’s dance machine, his vision finally losing the blurriness as his sleepy gaze lingered on his face, realizing for the first time that he looked beautiful. Or maybe it was just the faint glow of the full moon inviting itself in from the window. Or maybe his half-unconscious brain is just playing tricks. Or maybe Taemin is really beautiful after all, and he’s just too busy trying to shout stop it, geez, just hibernate and never wake up to the fluttering butterflies in his stomach that gave him too much to think of.
After a moment of silence, Taemin asked “Hyung, don’t you feel hot with that blanket covering you?” He tugs the said white cloth to catch the older one’s attention.
“If you only knew how much I’m sweating right now.” He replies breathily, shaking his head in the slightest bit.
“Take it off then.” His hands grasped Jinki’s blanket, and attempted to peel it away from him.
The older one prevents him from doing so by taking hold of the piece of cloth tightly with both hands. “No, don’t.” He whined in a whisper, afraid that he might wake up their other roommate. Even the eldest could never escape the endless rants and life lesson lectures from the facial-masked sleeping boy that goes by the name of Kim Kibum inside their shared room.
Twist, turn, tug. And then the space between them was gone, and they were facing each other with amused expressions, the competitive rush well-hidden underneath.
“No really, hyung, why?” Taemin asked again. With eyes filled with a pool of honest curiosity and hands crumpling the blanket that now covered the both of them, he never looked more innocent.
Fly, flutter, go around in circles. Jinki assumes that the butterflies were woken up because of the inches-thick space between them.
“Because,” Jinki started. “it just…” he stared off into space, structuring the sentences in his mind. “Nevermind, you’ll find it silly.” He shook his head, with an embarrassed grin.
“But I like silly things.” He smiled, lips drenched in playfulness as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
Jinki thought he looked creepy and cute at the same time, so he just gave in and started his explanation. “Whatever the temperature is, burning hot or freezing cold, I always use a blanket because…” he allowed his vision to wander off from the younger one’s face (which was tainted in interest, and curiosity) in front of him to the blank, beige ceiling above him while he fished for the right words.
Curled up and patiently waiting for his hyung to answer, the intensity of his burning inquiry rises. Evidently, his grasp imprints creases on the blanket that sheds them from their unknown fears.
“I feel protected.” Jinki finally said, softly and in a murmur, the final fragment of his answer.
Taemin’s eyes seemed like they were sparkling, and it’s as if the sun has already risen when his warm, little smile formed. “Oh.” He nods to himself and envelopes Jinki in his arms.
Frozen up by the maknae’s actions, it felt as if his lungs stopped while his heart sped up at the same time. He pondered for a moments if it was love or if it was an asthma attack. In the end, he just took in the fragrance of the person hugging him.
“But hyung,” said Taemin. “why would you need a blanket to protect you when you already have me?”
Blink, blush, control raging heartbeat.
Closed windows, socks covering the toes, and jackets wrapping the upper half of the body is no match to the freezing cold that penetrates through the gaps of the doors and windows that were left open carelessly. And it doesn’t make a difference with the heater that’s too old, rusty, and ancient to produce proper warmth.
Tonight, it was getting colder as the darkness creeps into the room as the hours crawl their way closer to dawn. Jinki was in a fetal position on top of the mattress, nothing but layers of clothing apparel sandwiching him for heat. Really, no one questions his quirkiness.
Not until the members (except one) ask him why he doesn’t use his blanket anymore.