The Unfaithful Habit; Opting for options; Melting Point; Age-defying; The Tricks of the Trade
Wrote these a couple of weeks back for a meme but never got to post them. And because I'm lazy, I didn't edit these. I was hoping I already covered all errors when I ran through these way back. /bricked. Enjoy?
The Unfaithful Habit
Jonghyun/Key, Amber/Key; 156 words; PG. Kibum forgets about Ice cream Thursday and replaces it with I'm-so-going-to-stalk-Amber Thursday.
(Before I knew it, we were best friends. You didn't even give me a chance to say no (no, I love you too much to just be friends).)
"Remember Amber from fifth grade? Amber?"
Kibum's got a really big grin on his face, threatening to wear off on Jonghyun anytime. But not really. Jonghyun looks away, rolls his eyes as a response to Kibum's statement. Then Kibum nudges him. "Come on, Jonghyun!"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember her. She's the one you met from the Art club, the girl you ditched me for," Jonghyun smiles wryly when he ends. Kibum's just chuckling. "Remember our weekly ice cream escapades? Ice cream Thursday? Nope. Probably not." Kibum punches him lightly on the arm.
"I do, I do," Kibum replies, laughing lightly. "Anyway, I saw her again yesterday, just before I got off from work. She's working in the bookstore across the coffee shop! Can you believe it? Then we-"
Jonghyun continues stirring his coffee. Of course, how could Kibum forget about their ice cream day? How could Kibum ditch him for the same girl?
Today is Friday.
Opting for options
Minho/Key; 166 words; PG-13. Minho has not been given the gift of self-control.
(It's always more than once before it takes.)
Key's the type who gives and takes whatever it is that he's given back. He's the type who crawls up into your sheets, snuggles close to you until five in the morning, and promptly goes back to his bed. He's the type who never forgets, so he traces the same curve of your body every single time and kisses like he always does (except it's always better) like he's known you for a lifetime.
Minho opts to pass before they do it for the fifth time. Key's eyebrows are wrinkled when he asks, "This is okay, right?" then a tentative pause, "Because you never say anything." Halfway through debating with himself, Minho parts his lips to say it is, but then Key makes it difficult for him to say anything, lest breathe, because Key's kissing him again - for the fifth time and, when he kisses back, the sixth - and the only thing he could ever give as a reply is a nod.
They could be more.
Melting Point
Onew/Taemin; 236 words; PG. The standing time of ice cream under direct sunlight is five minutes.
(When I see someone beautiful, I tend to stare. Sorry.)
Jinki's been working as an ice cream vendor in the park for all his life. Well, not really, but ever since he's entered university and was compelled to work while studying, he has been selling ice cream in the park so conveniently located near his school. Of course, he's got other jobs, but this is the one he loves the most - he gets to interact with kids, and seeing them happy and bouncing and basically slapping ice cream on each other is just priceless (plus, the balloons they give him are always much appreciated).
Jinki's been working as an ice cream vendor in the park for all his life, so when he sees a new guy - a new balloon vendor - in the park, he stops and stares because he's unsure of how he should feel.
"Um, hi! I'm Jinki! Lee Jinki!" he greets the newcomer, parking the ice cream cart beside him and offering the balloon vendor a cone of ice cream and makes some for himself, too. The balloon vendor looks up and Jinki has to step back for a moment, eye the guy from head to toe.
"I'm Lee Taemin. I'm... new?" There's a sheepish smile on the balloon vendor's lips when he greets Jinki. "This is for me?" Taemin asks, pointing at the ice cream. Jinki just nods. "Why, thank you!" Taemin offers a blue balloon in return.
And the ice cream melts.
Age-defying
Onew/Minho; 126 words; PG. Jinki never outgrew his fear of 'the-thing-that-must-not-be-named'.
(I was so scared.)
"Hyung, it's just a spider."
"But it was a big, big spider. Like this big!" Jinki's making gestures and Minho's not quite sure how he should react. Knowing Jinki, it would be best to just stare and stay quiet. The occasional rolling of the eyes and shrugging would do, too. Or not.
"It doesn't matter anymore, hyung. It's dead now, okay? So strop trembling," Minho says, voice soft and reassuring. He puts an arm around Jinki hesitantly, pulling the latter close and patting him on the back. From the kitchen, Minho can see Kibum mouthing the words 'What the hell happened'. Minho mouths his reply, in return, saying, 'Mid-life crisis. Shit happens.'
And Jinki will never know that the spider came from under his bed.
The Tricks of the Trade
Taemin/Minho; 261 words; PG-13. Taemin has a couple of tricks up his sleeve.
(Taemin isn't young anymore. )
Taemin talks like he's 22. He raises his voice at Key sometimes, but he makes sure he keeps his voice down to a certain level when he talks to Onew and Minho. With Jonghyun, there's the occasional raising of the voice, too, but he only ever does it when he reasons out (and he always wins).
Taemin dances like he's 20 - not too young, not too old. He moves fluidly across the stage, gyrates his hips in the air like it's no one else's business. When he misses a beat, he goes back to it, practices it till his body knows how to move to that beat subconsciously, like breathing. And when he does, he dances even better, like he's the only one in the world meant to do exactly that.
Taemin kisses like he's 18. Five minutes into the long break before the show starts and after their practice, he grabs Minho by the wrist, drags him to a corner and tiptoes for a kiss. Taemin is skillful with his tongue, but there's this shy note in his movement, and Minho takes it from there, probing the confines of Taemin's mouth, coaxing him to go further. When they both pull back, they know what to do - go back to their places and act their ages. If another break permits, they'll come back for more.
Taemin is 16. Minho passes him by, slings an arm around his shoulder and pulls him close. Minho is 18. Taemin slips an arm around Minho's waist. It's a hyung-dongsaeng thing, Taemin says. It could be more.
They're not young anymore.