Please Don't Go
Title: Please Don’t Go
Author: Kurokitsune09
Rating: G
Genre: General/Romance
Focus: Taemin, Eventual!TaeJongHo
Sub-Focus: BrokenHearted!Angst kind of, Tiffany cameo, Yoona by mention
Notes/Warning(s): Slight angst, it’s happy ending!! ...I think *hides* there is also no plot. At all. It another one of those pieces that doesn't make sense again ^^U sorry.
Summary: Two times Taemin’s searches for his heart and the one time someone brings it back with along with their own.
-1-
Lee Taemin loses his heart for the first time when he’s 8. The girl sat next to him in art class. He’s shy and there’s nothing but childish adoration and he watches with fascination as his heart runs out of his chest and towards her. He’s smiling until mid way into the semester.
Then he finds his heart in a lone corner of the classroom, cracked weirdly and Taemin wonders what that dull pain in his chest is. Behind him, that girl sneers at him and then bounces away, a slightly older upperclassman with her. Taemin kneels and he gently picks up his somewhat broken heart and he tastes the bitterness of rejection in his mouth and he vows to never let his heart run away again. His heart weeps as he returns it to the cavity of his chest.
It promises to never run away again because gods it hurts but Taemin knows it will later.
-2-
His heart is already at his throat and out of his chest before he realizes it and 14 year-old Lee Taemin watches mournfully as it darts through the crowd towards that really pretty trainee he had spotted from the doors. His chest feels funny, a little empty and he’s smiling really shyly even though he didn’t want to as he slips into a training room he was assigned. A pair of older boys, one shorter than the other with black-well, they both had black hair, of course but one had headphones slung around his neck and the other was really tall, with large deer-like eyes, were both watching him as he slipped in.
He smiles shyly and bows, “Hello. I’m Lee Taemin,”
There’s a moment of pause before the shorter one grabs the taller one’s hand and physically drags him towards Taemin.
“Hi! I’m Kim Jonghyun! This Alien here is Choi Minho!”
Taemin is sure that if his heart hadn’t run away, it would be jumping a little bit because Jonghyun-hyung and Minho-hyung were pretty and they seemed like really nice people.
(Taemin decides that if his heart hadn’t run away, maybe he would have fallen in love with them first before her. He knows it’s a dead end so when he finds his heart weeping in a corner of SoNyeoShiDae’s practice room and Hwang Tiffany-noona is trying to coax it out, he only smiles brokenly at her before gently scooping up his cracked, almost irreparable heart now, and takes it back into his chest. He turns to go, his steps heavier than when he entered the room.
“Taemin-ah,” he turns at Tiffany’s voice and the older girl looks almost hesitant. “You know Yoona likes you but it’s compl-“
“I know noona. My heart tells me everything,”)
-3-
Taemin is mournful, broken when his heart runs away again just days after their debut performance. He sighs but waits until he has free time to find it.
He never really does.
---
He collapses suddenly during a dance practice some years later, chest lurching and his blood pulsing loudly in his veins. In the odd, sudden pained haze, Taemin realizes that it had been the longest he had gone without finding his heart, almost 2-3 years and his body missed it. If the pain was anything to go by, his body missed his heart very much. There’s clamoring above him, worried shouts and someone is pulling him towards them, a different hand gently stoking his hair.
He clutches at someone’s shirt; his head bowed into their chest and Taemin feels as if he’s struggling to breathe. He’s being picked up and someone clutches at one of his limp hands and there’s someone murmuring softly in his ears. Taemin whimpers and he cries out softly when his chest tightens painfully. Taemin smells someone’s cologne, shampoo or something and he only murmurs a faint, breathy, “Jonghyun-hyung,”
“I’m here Taemin-ah, so’s Minho-ah,” the chest he’s buried he’s face into rumbles as Minho says something and Taemin feels safe. He goes limp. “Taemin!”
---
He feels warm when he wakes up and his chest throbs lightly. Taemin presses a hand to his chest and blinks in surprise when there’s a soft thump at his fingers. He winces when his sits up, his entire body sore and the heart in his chest almost seems to squeal, pressing back against his fingers, clutching, holding and not letting go. Taemin knows that it isn’t his heart; his own heart wasn’t that complete, it didn’t just have that line down the middle. His heart was somewhat irreparable, cracked and chipped all over; it didn’t have just that line so he knew it wasn’t his own.
“You scared us,” the voice is low, coming from the side and Taemin looks to his right. Sitting in a chair next to the bed he was in are Jonghyun and Minho, Minho in the chair and Jonghyun on the ground, staring at something intently in his hands. After a moment, he looks up at Minho and prods his leg.
“This will take a lot of work Minho-ah,” and Taemin is wondering what they’re talking about. Minho looks down and he hums, lightly taking whatever it was Jonghyun was holding. His stomach lurches and he almost jumps from the bed when he sees the miserable looking heart, beating, drumming lightly in between their hands. It was his heart. But it looked less broken, less chipped; just miserable, alone.
“H-hyung,” his voice stammers, trembles and with wide eyes he watches as it splits down the middle. His body tenses, waiting for that blow of pain, waiting for when he’d feel it break completely. The heart in his chest leaps out and he clutches at it, desperate and unsure and he doesn’t want to let go. His hands tighten subconsciously and a pained grimace crosses both their faces.
“Yah, loosen the hold Taemin-ah,” Minho orders lightly and Taemin stares while Jonghyun massages his own chest. “That’s our heart you’re holding idiot,”
“I-I…what?” is all he manages and his eyes widen further when he sees two half - broken - hearts crawl out from nowhere, gently coaxing at his split heart. It drums lightly and then shyly merges with both halves. Minho takes one of the hearts and it almost squeals happily at his touch and Jonghyun smiles lightly, reaching for the other one. His brows rise because the hearts they reached for contain neither their own and he ventures a quiet, “Hyung?”
“Do you know how long it took us to get your heart to respond?” Jonghyun asks softly and Taemin is confused. “It ran to us after debut, a broken, chipped little thing,”
“I’m sorry, I’ll-I’ll,” his head bows and his voice drops. “I’ll j-just t-take it b-back,”
“You’re not getting it back Min-ah,” and Taemin starts, head lashing up and fear in his eyes. “We gave you ours, it’s only fair we keep yours,”
“Wh-why can’t I g-get it b-ba-“ his eyes widen as Minho’s words finally sinks in and he looks down at the heart in his hands. It thrums softly, happily in his hands and he realizes after a moment of staring that he can feel the comforting warmth that was Jonghyun from one side and he could feel the quiet protection and love from Minho on the other side. “I-I do-don’t und-understand. Wh-Why w-would y-you gi-give me your hearts?”
“We love you,” Taemin feels the air leave his very body and both Jonghyun and Minho lurch in surprise when the two halves of Taemin’s heart skips a beat. Somewhere between their confession and Taemin understanding it, he’s in the middle of his hyungs, clinging, clutching and he doesn’t want to let go. They seem to understand, holding him, murmuring sweet nothings to his ears and between them, 3 hearts, all incomplete and complete at the same time, drummed softly, lightly.
Mkay. I totally don't know where this came from. haha but I hope you all like it ^^
Author: Kurokitsune09
Rating: G
Genre: General/Romance
Focus: Taemin, Eventual!TaeJongHo
Sub-Focus: BrokenHearted!Angst kind of, Tiffany cameo, Yoona by mention
Notes/Warning(s): Slight angst, it’s happy ending!! ...I think *hides* there is also no plot. At all. It another one of those pieces that doesn't make sense again ^^U sorry.
Summary: Two times Taemin’s searches for his heart and the one time someone brings it back with along with their own.
-1-
Lee Taemin loses his heart for the first time when he’s 8. The girl sat next to him in art class. He’s shy and there’s nothing but childish adoration and he watches with fascination as his heart runs out of his chest and towards her. He’s smiling until mid way into the semester.
Then he finds his heart in a lone corner of the classroom, cracked weirdly and Taemin wonders what that dull pain in his chest is. Behind him, that girl sneers at him and then bounces away, a slightly older upperclassman with her. Taemin kneels and he gently picks up his somewhat broken heart and he tastes the bitterness of rejection in his mouth and he vows to never let his heart run away again. His heart weeps as he returns it to the cavity of his chest.
It promises to never run away again because gods it hurts but Taemin knows it will later.
-2-
His heart is already at his throat and out of his chest before he realizes it and 14 year-old Lee Taemin watches mournfully as it darts through the crowd towards that really pretty trainee he had spotted from the doors. His chest feels funny, a little empty and he’s smiling really shyly even though he didn’t want to as he slips into a training room he was assigned. A pair of older boys, one shorter than the other with black-well, they both had black hair, of course but one had headphones slung around his neck and the other was really tall, with large deer-like eyes, were both watching him as he slipped in.
He smiles shyly and bows, “Hello. I’m Lee Taemin,”
There’s a moment of pause before the shorter one grabs the taller one’s hand and physically drags him towards Taemin.
“Hi! I’m Kim Jonghyun! This Alien here is Choi Minho!”
Taemin is sure that if his heart hadn’t run away, it would be jumping a little bit because Jonghyun-hyung and Minho-hyung were pretty and they seemed like really nice people.
(Taemin decides that if his heart hadn’t run away, maybe he would have fallen in love with them first before her. He knows it’s a dead end so when he finds his heart weeping in a corner of SoNyeoShiDae’s practice room and Hwang Tiffany-noona is trying to coax it out, he only smiles brokenly at her before gently scooping up his cracked, almost irreparable heart now, and takes it back into his chest. He turns to go, his steps heavier than when he entered the room.
“Taemin-ah,” he turns at Tiffany’s voice and the older girl looks almost hesitant. “You know Yoona likes you but it’s compl-“
“I know noona. My heart tells me everything,”)
-3-
Taemin is mournful, broken when his heart runs away again just days after their debut performance. He sighs but waits until he has free time to find it.
He never really does.
---
He collapses suddenly during a dance practice some years later, chest lurching and his blood pulsing loudly in his veins. In the odd, sudden pained haze, Taemin realizes that it had been the longest he had gone without finding his heart, almost 2-3 years and his body missed it. If the pain was anything to go by, his body missed his heart very much. There’s clamoring above him, worried shouts and someone is pulling him towards them, a different hand gently stoking his hair.
He clutches at someone’s shirt; his head bowed into their chest and Taemin feels as if he’s struggling to breathe. He’s being picked up and someone clutches at one of his limp hands and there’s someone murmuring softly in his ears. Taemin whimpers and he cries out softly when his chest tightens painfully. Taemin smells someone’s cologne, shampoo or something and he only murmurs a faint, breathy, “Jonghyun-hyung,”
“I’m here Taemin-ah, so’s Minho-ah,” the chest he’s buried he’s face into rumbles as Minho says something and Taemin feels safe. He goes limp. “Taemin!”
---
He feels warm when he wakes up and his chest throbs lightly. Taemin presses a hand to his chest and blinks in surprise when there’s a soft thump at his fingers. He winces when his sits up, his entire body sore and the heart in his chest almost seems to squeal, pressing back against his fingers, clutching, holding and not letting go. Taemin knows that it isn’t his heart; his own heart wasn’t that complete, it didn’t just have that line down the middle. His heart was somewhat irreparable, cracked and chipped all over; it didn’t have just that line so he knew it wasn’t his own.
“You scared us,” the voice is low, coming from the side and Taemin looks to his right. Sitting in a chair next to the bed he was in are Jonghyun and Minho, Minho in the chair and Jonghyun on the ground, staring at something intently in his hands. After a moment, he looks up at Minho and prods his leg.
“This will take a lot of work Minho-ah,” and Taemin is wondering what they’re talking about. Minho looks down and he hums, lightly taking whatever it was Jonghyun was holding. His stomach lurches and he almost jumps from the bed when he sees the miserable looking heart, beating, drumming lightly in between their hands. It was his heart. But it looked less broken, less chipped; just miserable, alone.
“H-hyung,” his voice stammers, trembles and with wide eyes he watches as it splits down the middle. His body tenses, waiting for that blow of pain, waiting for when he’d feel it break completely. The heart in his chest leaps out and he clutches at it, desperate and unsure and he doesn’t want to let go. His hands tighten subconsciously and a pained grimace crosses both their faces.
“Yah, loosen the hold Taemin-ah,” Minho orders lightly and Taemin stares while Jonghyun massages his own chest. “That’s our heart you’re holding idiot,”
“I-I…what?” is all he manages and his eyes widen further when he sees two half - broken - hearts crawl out from nowhere, gently coaxing at his split heart. It drums lightly and then shyly merges with both halves. Minho takes one of the hearts and it almost squeals happily at his touch and Jonghyun smiles lightly, reaching for the other one. His brows rise because the hearts they reached for contain neither their own and he ventures a quiet, “Hyung?”
“Do you know how long it took us to get your heart to respond?” Jonghyun asks softly and Taemin is confused. “It ran to us after debut, a broken, chipped little thing,”
“I’m sorry, I’ll-I’ll,” his head bows and his voice drops. “I’ll j-just t-take it b-back,”
“You’re not getting it back Min-ah,” and Taemin starts, head lashing up and fear in his eyes. “We gave you ours, it’s only fair we keep yours,”
“Wh-why can’t I g-get it b-ba-“ his eyes widen as Minho’s words finally sinks in and he looks down at the heart in his hands. It thrums softly, happily in his hands and he realizes after a moment of staring that he can feel the comforting warmth that was Jonghyun from one side and he could feel the quiet protection and love from Minho on the other side. “I-I do-don’t und-understand. Wh-Why w-would y-you gi-give me your hearts?”
“We love you,” Taemin feels the air leave his very body and both Jonghyun and Minho lurch in surprise when the two halves of Taemin’s heart skips a beat. Somewhere between their confession and Taemin understanding it, he’s in the middle of his hyungs, clinging, clutching and he doesn’t want to let go. They seem to understand, holding him, murmuring sweet nothings to his ears and between them, 3 hearts, all incomplete and complete at the same time, drummed softly, lightly.
Mkay. I totally don't know where this came from. haha but I hope you all like it ^^