Snapshots
Title: Snapshots
Prompt: 37 - Hidden
Pairing: KwangMin, YoungMin
Rating: G
Summary: Jo Twins through the seasons.
Notes: Written for blackheart_lies, who wanted this. I hope it works.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true
See Table here!
Spring:
YoungMin reached up and ran his fingers over the new leaf before turning to KwangMin. “Are you sure about this?”
KwangMin rolled his eyes. “No, of course I’m not! But they sounded interested, more than anyone here ever has, and I think it’s worth looking into. You haven’t been happy for weeks, and everyone has noticed it.”
“You’re not any better,” his twin pointed out.
“Of course, or they’d be able to tell us apart,” KwangMin teased him, but sobered, clasping his hands behind his back. “What do you think?”
YoungMin shrugged and grinned at him. “I think it can’t hurt to try. We’re not going the way we want here, so we might as well try there.”
KwangMin grinned at him, and the two clasped hands in a fisted handshake. “Good. Let’s go tell them. Starship said they’d take care of the paperwork.”
Summer:
“Which season do you prefer?”
YoungMin tilted his head, thinking, ignoring the snicker from Minwoo and well aware than DongHyun had an insane grin on his face (because he always did in these interviews). “I like the change,” he said finally. “That it’s not all the same.”
“Lie,” HyunSung said, sounding too amused - and looking it, too, when YoungMin turned around to look at him. “You like it warm. When it’s cold it’s extra hard to get you moving.”
YoungMin smiled at the laughter as he turned back around. “True,” he said, “but then, how in the world would I ever get the chance to really enjoy the warm if I didn’t have the cold to compare it to?”
JungMin’s eye roll was almost audible.
Piled into the van after the interview and everything, YoungMin tried to push his twin off him when KwangMin leaned over, smooshing him against the side of the van. “So, are you glad?”
Startled and uncomprehending, YoungMin stopped pushing at him. “Glad what?” he asked, frowning at KwangMin.
“That we left.”
YoungMin blinked at him, trying to figure out why he’d brought it up NOW. “Yeah, of course,” he said, and shook his head. “Tell them to turn the air higher or get off me,” he demanded.
KwangMin immediately went limp, smooshing YoungMin even more. “Turn the air up?” he asked.
DongHyun turned around in the front passenger seat to look at them. “How about you get off YoungMin? It’s cold in here already.”
“I can’t tell!” YoungMin wailed.
Then KwangMin was pulled off him (he could tell by now when it happened, and when he got off by himself), protesting the whole time, and YoungMin sat up again. “Thank you, Hyung,” he said, nodding his thanks at HyunSung, who still had a grip on KwangMin’s shirt to keep him from falling over again.
“You’re welcome. Next time, sit somewhere he isn’t.”
“As if that would work. OUCH!” KwangMin cried.
YoungMin pulled his feet under him. “Serves you right,” he said, and didn’t mention how much his foot smarted from kicking his brother’s shin.
“Children, please,” Minwoo said, and the twins turned on him, united in this at least. Being smart, Minwoo hid behind JungMin, who couldn’t get him back out, and finally sighed.
“Later, Minwoo,” KwangMin promised, and they turned back around to face the front.
YoungMin caught his twin before he could lean on him again, and pushed him away. “No,” he said firmly, and KwangMin laughed.
Autumn:
“You could have timed it better,” DongHyun protested.
“We could have timed it worse, too,” YoungMin said, and didn’t dodge fast enough so that DongHyun’s swat on the back of his head missed.
“You’d be getting worse if you had,” DongHyun told him.
There was something to it, though they’d waited - all three of them, KwangMin, YoungMin, and MinWoo - until the others got out. They couldn’t wait any longer, either, though they’d wanted to.
“I think you’re faster, Hyung,” KwangMin told DongHyun.
“I had to be,” DongHyun said wryly. “You guys be safe, okay?”
Another two years now, apart from friends and family this time, something DongHyun and HyunSung had already done, JungMin was doing, and now their turn. “I’ll make sure no one else kills them,” MinWoo said, and YoungMin turned at the same time KwangMin did, both of them smacking Minwoo in the back of the head. He whined in protest.
DongHyun laughed. “You’ll have to get faster,” he told Minwoo, and the magnae pouted.
YoungMin rolled his eyes, glad that this meeting/farewell was private. Although really, it didn’t matter too much, because they were still acting like the cameras were right there - because they had been, the last few years.
A leaf fell, distracting him, and he watched the blood red leaf land neatly on DongHyun’s head - and had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
HyunSung had no such restraint, and laughed out loud, only laughing harder at everyone else’s confusion. He met YoungMin’s eyes and YoungMin lost it, laughing as hard as HyunSung.
Fall was the best time for good-byes, he decided later as he and KwangMin went to get their things to head into the army. Just enough of a chill in the air that they had held their hugs longer to try to get warm.
Winter:
“Snow,” JungMin reported as he walked in, and YoungMin hid himself further under the covers.
KwangMin laughed and pulled them back. “Nope, up and at ‘em,” he said.
YoungMinn cracked an eye at his brother. “You cannot be channeling Donghyun hyung, he’s right outside. What is wrong with you?”
“Why should something be wrong with me?”
“Why don’t you sound like dad?”
“Well,” JungMin said, and YoungMin could hear the amusement in his voice, “the fans -”
YoungMin’s pillow hit him full in the face, and he sputtered, batting it away from him. “Don’t even do that,” YoungMin said, sitting up.
“Well, I think we’ve lived with him more than dad,” KwangMin said.
YoungMin shivered and pulled his blankets back around him. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean you can start sounding like him,” he muttered.
“It means exactly that,” JungMin said, and tossed the pillow back at YoungMin, who grasped it and pulled it over his head, laying down again.
“Fine, but I get to sleep,” he mumbled, glad that the pillow hadn’t lost too much of its warmth.
“No, you don’t,” DongHyun said, and yanked the covers so hard that YoungMin squawked as he came off the bed with the blankets. “Come on, time to get up. Like it or not.”
“He’ll like it in a minute, because I know HyunSung is making his favorite breakfast,” JungMin said, leaning against the wall by the window.
“Prove it,” YoungMin muttered, pulling the blankets back around him, because the floor was COLD. But they just laughed and walked out, leaving the door open, and minutes later he’d abandoned the blankets on the floor because they were right and that was the best smell in the world.
Prompt: 37 - Hidden
Pairing: KwangMin, YoungMin
Rating: G
Summary: Jo Twins through the seasons.
Notes: Written for blackheart_lies, who wanted this. I hope it works.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true
See Table here!
Spring:
YoungMin reached up and ran his fingers over the new leaf before turning to KwangMin. “Are you sure about this?”
KwangMin rolled his eyes. “No, of course I’m not! But they sounded interested, more than anyone here ever has, and I think it’s worth looking into. You haven’t been happy for weeks, and everyone has noticed it.”
“You’re not any better,” his twin pointed out.
“Of course, or they’d be able to tell us apart,” KwangMin teased him, but sobered, clasping his hands behind his back. “What do you think?”
YoungMin shrugged and grinned at him. “I think it can’t hurt to try. We’re not going the way we want here, so we might as well try there.”
KwangMin grinned at him, and the two clasped hands in a fisted handshake. “Good. Let’s go tell them. Starship said they’d take care of the paperwork.”
Summer:
“Which season do you prefer?”
YoungMin tilted his head, thinking, ignoring the snicker from Minwoo and well aware than DongHyun had an insane grin on his face (because he always did in these interviews). “I like the change,” he said finally. “That it’s not all the same.”
“Lie,” HyunSung said, sounding too amused - and looking it, too, when YoungMin turned around to look at him. “You like it warm. When it’s cold it’s extra hard to get you moving.”
YoungMin smiled at the laughter as he turned back around. “True,” he said, “but then, how in the world would I ever get the chance to really enjoy the warm if I didn’t have the cold to compare it to?”
JungMin’s eye roll was almost audible.
Piled into the van after the interview and everything, YoungMin tried to push his twin off him when KwangMin leaned over, smooshing him against the side of the van. “So, are you glad?”
Startled and uncomprehending, YoungMin stopped pushing at him. “Glad what?” he asked, frowning at KwangMin.
“That we left.”
YoungMin blinked at him, trying to figure out why he’d brought it up NOW. “Yeah, of course,” he said, and shook his head. “Tell them to turn the air higher or get off me,” he demanded.
KwangMin immediately went limp, smooshing YoungMin even more. “Turn the air up?” he asked.
DongHyun turned around in the front passenger seat to look at them. “How about you get off YoungMin? It’s cold in here already.”
“I can’t tell!” YoungMin wailed.
Then KwangMin was pulled off him (he could tell by now when it happened, and when he got off by himself), protesting the whole time, and YoungMin sat up again. “Thank you, Hyung,” he said, nodding his thanks at HyunSung, who still had a grip on KwangMin’s shirt to keep him from falling over again.
“You’re welcome. Next time, sit somewhere he isn’t.”
“As if that would work. OUCH!” KwangMin cried.
YoungMin pulled his feet under him. “Serves you right,” he said, and didn’t mention how much his foot smarted from kicking his brother’s shin.
“Children, please,” Minwoo said, and the twins turned on him, united in this at least. Being smart, Minwoo hid behind JungMin, who couldn’t get him back out, and finally sighed.
“Later, Minwoo,” KwangMin promised, and they turned back around to face the front.
YoungMin caught his twin before he could lean on him again, and pushed him away. “No,” he said firmly, and KwangMin laughed.
Autumn:
“You could have timed it better,” DongHyun protested.
“We could have timed it worse, too,” YoungMin said, and didn’t dodge fast enough so that DongHyun’s swat on the back of his head missed.
“You’d be getting worse if you had,” DongHyun told him.
There was something to it, though they’d waited - all three of them, KwangMin, YoungMin, and MinWoo - until the others got out. They couldn’t wait any longer, either, though they’d wanted to.
“I think you’re faster, Hyung,” KwangMin told DongHyun.
“I had to be,” DongHyun said wryly. “You guys be safe, okay?”
Another two years now, apart from friends and family this time, something DongHyun and HyunSung had already done, JungMin was doing, and now their turn. “I’ll make sure no one else kills them,” MinWoo said, and YoungMin turned at the same time KwangMin did, both of them smacking Minwoo in the back of the head. He whined in protest.
DongHyun laughed. “You’ll have to get faster,” he told Minwoo, and the magnae pouted.
YoungMin rolled his eyes, glad that this meeting/farewell was private. Although really, it didn’t matter too much, because they were still acting like the cameras were right there - because they had been, the last few years.
A leaf fell, distracting him, and he watched the blood red leaf land neatly on DongHyun’s head - and had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
HyunSung had no such restraint, and laughed out loud, only laughing harder at everyone else’s confusion. He met YoungMin’s eyes and YoungMin lost it, laughing as hard as HyunSung.
Fall was the best time for good-byes, he decided later as he and KwangMin went to get their things to head into the army. Just enough of a chill in the air that they had held their hugs longer to try to get warm.
Winter:
“Snow,” JungMin reported as he walked in, and YoungMin hid himself further under the covers.
KwangMin laughed and pulled them back. “Nope, up and at ‘em,” he said.
YoungMinn cracked an eye at his brother. “You cannot be channeling Donghyun hyung, he’s right outside. What is wrong with you?”
“Why should something be wrong with me?”
“Why don’t you sound like dad?”
“Well,” JungMin said, and YoungMin could hear the amusement in his voice, “the fans -”
YoungMin’s pillow hit him full in the face, and he sputtered, batting it away from him. “Don’t even do that,” YoungMin said, sitting up.
“Well, I think we’ve lived with him more than dad,” KwangMin said.
YoungMin shivered and pulled his blankets back around him. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean you can start sounding like him,” he muttered.
“It means exactly that,” JungMin said, and tossed the pillow back at YoungMin, who grasped it and pulled it over his head, laying down again.
“Fine, but I get to sleep,” he mumbled, glad that the pillow hadn’t lost too much of its warmth.
“No, you don’t,” DongHyun said, and yanked the covers so hard that YoungMin squawked as he came off the bed with the blankets. “Come on, time to get up. Like it or not.”
“He’ll like it in a minute, because I know HyunSung is making his favorite breakfast,” JungMin said, leaning against the wall by the window.
“Prove it,” YoungMin muttered, pulling the blankets back around him, because the floor was COLD. But they just laughed and walked out, leaving the door open, and minutes later he’d abandoned the blankets on the floor because they were right and that was the best smell in the world.