Cold, not like.
Drink in hand, Onew watched from a corner as the party entered full-swing mode.
He kept an eye on the members, making sure they were alright, that they were not unknowingly lured into difficult or awkward situations, and more importantly, that they were not drinking too much.
In particular, he kept an eye on his fellow lead singer. The other was the second eldest, but that didn’t change anything in Onew’s mind.
Taemin had Minho and Key to look after him. He trusted the two.
Jonghyun was old enough to take care of himself. He was… but Onew could not bear the thought of anything even possibly going wrong…
Maybe his fears were not misplaced tonight, as he spotted the brunette parting the crowd, staggering, beer bottle in hand, towards him.
Immediately, he rose from his seat and rushed towards him, arms immediately making their way protectively around the younger, holding him up, ensuring he did not fall.
Onew also delighted in the opportunity to experience the tingle he felt when his fingers gripped on to the other’s skin, feeling the soft, fine hairs on the other’s arms, the tensing of the other’s forearm beneath his finger pads.
“Are you ok?”
He was worried. The other was clad only in a tight, thin wifebeater, skinny jeans ripped so dramatically Onew suspected the intention was to have more skin than material.
“That’s why I have this.” The other slurred ever so slightly, as he lifted his beer bottle, a lazy grin on his lips.
… lips Onew found himself staring fixatedly at.
“형 좋아요.”
“Hyung, joh-a-yo.” (Hyung, I like you.)
Those words successfully snapped Onew out of his reverie, as he started.
He could only stare dumbly at the other.
“Really…” He could only stare as Jonghyun blinked, stared curiously at his frozen expression, before giggling.
The alcohol in him surged through his blood, hazing his mind, his rational thoughts. Or maybe it was just the months, years of pent up feelings he never dared speak of or express.
He barely bothered to check if anyone was watching, as his fingers gripped the back of the other’s neck, and his arm pulled to bring their lips together in a kiss which tasted so sweet… so intoxicatingly sweet.
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Onew was never an early riser. But today was different.
Sitting at the dining table, he gave a lazy stretch, a huge grin on his face.
What a beautiful day it is, he thought.
The world seemed shades, many, many shades brighter. The lone bird chirping outside seemed to possess the sweetest voice. The sun was neither blindingly bright nor scorching hot; everything was perfection.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
He heard footsteps coming down the hallway, from where their bedrooms were. Immediately he sat up. He could recognize those footsteps any day.
“Morning!” He greeted chirpily. At the same time, he could feel his heart racing. This was a new start.
He watched as the other shuffled towards him, a sleepy smile of acknowledgment.
He kept quiet, his expectant smile conveying the words he chose not to say. He wondered how he should broach the topic of “last night”.
“Last night…”
“Oh! Hyung!” At his words, the other immediately looked up, eyes wide with excitement.
Good-tempered Onew never did mind others interrupting him. Especially on days such as these.
“Last night, I dreamt you kissed me!” The other started, the grin so wide, Onew knew it could not be anything but pure joy.
He simply continued grinning at the other as he breathed a slight sigh of relief. The other had made his job much easier, broaching the topic on his own.
He had already prepared the words he would reply with, Oh but I did, Jjong. I love you.
But Jonghyun was not done…
“… after I told you I was cold. 추워요. Haha! What a strange dream!” The other finished, as he settled in his seat, failing to notice the shaken look on his hyung’s face, the smile from moments ago, lost.
Abruptly, he stood up, the chair screeching a little too sharply for this time in the morning. He winced at the sound.
This was too painful.
“Don’t drink if you can’t hold your alcohol.”
He tasted the venom in his words, the bitter aftertaste it left in his mouth. But this did little to ease the rage and humiliation he felt - more importantly, it could not take away the aching contrast between the night’s memories, so fresh in his mind, and those careless, thoughtless words.
Striding down the hallway, he cast a quick backward glance at the other, still seated at the dining table, confused.
Shutting his eyes, he willed the words to fade away, but the images were already branded behind his eyes.
He mumbled beneath his breath, a harsh, last reminder to himself.
“Sober up.”
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this is a.. contrast to last night's fluff. because just shortly after i posted it, i was given a reminder of how it was all wishful thinking on my part.
it was intended to be jongkey but i couldn't make key go through any more angst. i feel really bad about all the unhappiness and angst i put him through in my fics. >.<
also, because of the abovementioned, it is unlikely that there will be any fluff in the upcoming works. i'll post those which are already typed out but for now, im not in the mood for fluff.
He kept an eye on the members, making sure they were alright, that they were not unknowingly lured into difficult or awkward situations, and more importantly, that they were not drinking too much.
In particular, he kept an eye on his fellow lead singer. The other was the second eldest, but that didn’t change anything in Onew’s mind.
Taemin had Minho and Key to look after him. He trusted the two.
Jonghyun was old enough to take care of himself. He was… but Onew could not bear the thought of anything even possibly going wrong…
Maybe his fears were not misplaced tonight, as he spotted the brunette parting the crowd, staggering, beer bottle in hand, towards him.
Immediately, he rose from his seat and rushed towards him, arms immediately making their way protectively around the younger, holding him up, ensuring he did not fall.
Onew also delighted in the opportunity to experience the tingle he felt when his fingers gripped on to the other’s skin, feeling the soft, fine hairs on the other’s arms, the tensing of the other’s forearm beneath his finger pads.
“Are you ok?”
He was worried. The other was clad only in a tight, thin wifebeater, skinny jeans ripped so dramatically Onew suspected the intention was to have more skin than material.
“That’s why I have this.” The other slurred ever so slightly, as he lifted his beer bottle, a lazy grin on his lips.
… lips Onew found himself staring fixatedly at.
“형 좋아요.”
“Hyung, joh-a-yo.” (Hyung, I like you.)
Those words successfully snapped Onew out of his reverie, as he started.
He could only stare dumbly at the other.
“Really…” He could only stare as Jonghyun blinked, stared curiously at his frozen expression, before giggling.
The alcohol in him surged through his blood, hazing his mind, his rational thoughts. Or maybe it was just the months, years of pent up feelings he never dared speak of or express.
He barely bothered to check if anyone was watching, as his fingers gripped the back of the other’s neck, and his arm pulled to bring their lips together in a kiss which tasted so sweet… so intoxicatingly sweet.
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Onew was never an early riser. But today was different.
Sitting at the dining table, he gave a lazy stretch, a huge grin on his face.
What a beautiful day it is, he thought.
The world seemed shades, many, many shades brighter. The lone bird chirping outside seemed to possess the sweetest voice. The sun was neither blindingly bright nor scorching hot; everything was perfection.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
He heard footsteps coming down the hallway, from where their bedrooms were. Immediately he sat up. He could recognize those footsteps any day.
“Morning!” He greeted chirpily. At the same time, he could feel his heart racing. This was a new start.
He watched as the other shuffled towards him, a sleepy smile of acknowledgment.
He kept quiet, his expectant smile conveying the words he chose not to say. He wondered how he should broach the topic of “last night”.
“Last night…”
“Oh! Hyung!” At his words, the other immediately looked up, eyes wide with excitement.
Good-tempered Onew never did mind others interrupting him. Especially on days such as these.
“Last night, I dreamt you kissed me!” The other started, the grin so wide, Onew knew it could not be anything but pure joy.
He simply continued grinning at the other as he breathed a slight sigh of relief. The other had made his job much easier, broaching the topic on his own.
He had already prepared the words he would reply with, Oh but I did, Jjong. I love you.
But Jonghyun was not done…
“… after I told you I was cold. 추워요. Haha! What a strange dream!” The other finished, as he settled in his seat, failing to notice the shaken look on his hyung’s face, the smile from moments ago, lost.
Abruptly, he stood up, the chair screeching a little too sharply for this time in the morning. He winced at the sound.
This was too painful.
“Don’t drink if you can’t hold your alcohol.”
He tasted the venom in his words, the bitter aftertaste it left in his mouth. But this did little to ease the rage and humiliation he felt - more importantly, it could not take away the aching contrast between the night’s memories, so fresh in his mind, and those careless, thoughtless words.
Striding down the hallway, he cast a quick backward glance at the other, still seated at the dining table, confused.
Shutting his eyes, he willed the words to fade away, but the images were already branded behind his eyes.
He mumbled beneath his breath, a harsh, last reminder to himself.
“Sober up.”
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this is a.. contrast to last night's fluff. because just shortly after i posted it, i was given a reminder of how it was all wishful thinking on my part.
it was intended to be jongkey but i couldn't make key go through any more angst. i feel really bad about all the unhappiness and angst i put him through in my fics. >.<
also, because of the abovementioned, it is unlikely that there will be any fluff in the upcoming works. i'll post those which are already typed out but for now, im not in the mood for fluff.