stanzas [drabbles]
Title: stanzas
Author: salted_taiyaki
Genre: Romance, humor/angst
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin ; Jonghyun x Key ; Minho x Taemin
Ratings: PG-13 ; R/nc-17 ; PG-13 (language)
Summary: different pairings and scenarios of a similar, yet varying, romantic feel.
a/n: everything is in that order
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Title: block of ice
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Summary: Jinki strikes a conversation rather oddly during their bath together.
It's peaceful until Jinki decides to open his big, fat mouth again. They're both barely above the lukewarm water, enjoying the way their skin naturally sticks to the surface of the bath, to the edge of the tub, to each other, but then Jinki just decides to speak up for no particular reason, when they came for the sole purpose of comfort.
"Ever actually watch your hands turn pruny?"
Taemin usually knows that it's just best not to answer -- or react, at all, since for some reason the dead possum trick seems to work with people just slightly dense, like Jinki -- but he can't stop himself from bubbling, "Hyung, I wouldn't have the time."
Jinki only hums in response as he begins to comb his fingers through Taemin's thin hair. The hair cut's left him a bit flabbergasted because he really loved the way his hair cushioned his nose so softly, but Jinki doesn't mind all too much. "It's actually pretty interesting."
"Really."
"Yeah."
He then accidentally runs some flat fingertips across Taemin's stomach as he reaches about for the bar of soap he dropped moments ago but doesn't feel it, what with his hands gone numb and wrinkly. Taemin does, and he stiffens and shudders and closes his eyes, misinterpreting the fleeting touch. Sheepishly he mumbles, the little ridges of water from his words tickling his nose, "Really, hyung?"
"Well yeah, I mean it takes a while, but when you actually sit down and watch these things happen--"
Taemin stands up before he can even finish explaining, which Jinki finds to be quite rude, but Taemin's angry face cuts off his pouting. His face is just slightly red -- and dense Jinki just assumes that it's from the heat -- as he places his hands grumpily on his hips, and he snaps.
"Yeah, just as fun as our fucking relationship," and he stumbles out of the bath tub before Jinki can comment on how uncharacteristically bitchy that was. Jinki only lets his hands float up to the surface, silent and crushed.
"He's probably just being hormonal," Jinki ponders aloud and Kibum can't help but throw down an orange peel in exasperation.
He starts with a slight quip, "You blockhead, he's a teenager pining for your love. You didn't really think that he wasn't expecting something to happen there, did you?"
When he receives only frowns and confused looks -- a variation of them, too, because Jinki likes frustrating Kibum with them -- Kibum stares until he can only take so much of it all. "I swear to-- I'm so glad that you're not my boyfriend." He seethes quietly so Jonghyun next door can't really hear him, so that they aren't really misunderstood. "Go apologize to him."
"But what--"
"Just say something."
Jinki doesn't necessarily take Kibum's advice of saying things -- he thinks that actions speak louder than words, so he pins Taemin against the wall with his slightly wrinkly fingertips, smiles against his neck, "I'm sorry."
"It's my fault, anyway," Taemin sighs and it throws Jinki off guard because he didn't expect the younger boy to apologize, him being a teenager and all (Jinki enjoys pulling the age card). "I could've expected this when I fell in love with a blockhead like you."
He pulls back slightly to look at the auburn haired boy, eyebrows raised in amusement. "You've been hanging out with Kibum a lot, haven't you?"
Taemin doesn't really answer as he buries his thin, pruned fingers in Jinki's slightly matted hair and pulls their lips together for a kiss that leaves the both of them staggering for breath. And when Jinki finally -- finally -- sneaks his fingers up Taemin's loose shirt, searching for anything and everything to touch, Taemin's let his mouth go slack with a quiet pop and smiles.
"Sorry, I have to go watch the paint in our living room dry with Minho-hyung now. I promised him. It's gonna be pretty fun." (In actuality, Minho's playing some video games with Jonghyun on top of him, legs kicking and arms twisting as always, and Taemin knows very well that it's best not to interrupt him.)
He makes a move for the door but one of Jinki's apparently strong arms wraps around Taemin's waist and pulls him down onto his bed with a cute squawk. "Funny, Taemin."
"Yeah, I know."
Jinki shuts him up before he can start giggling uncontrollably like he usually does, knowing fully well that anything in the world is more fun than watching paint dry.
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Title: linguistics
Pairing(s): Key x Jonghyun
Warning(s): Uh, sex? not explicit, though
Summary: Some syllables are best whispered.
Jonghyun proclaims that he isn't drunk and that it's all right as pants are thrown and shirts are ripped, even though there are broken glasses on the drawer, and Kibum didn't ask.
And as Kibum sucks and sucks, the deep words and their serifs become entangled with one other on the tip of Jonghyun's tongue, becoming tangles of good, so good, faster instead. They fall like beads of sweat, onto Kibum's messy hair, into the dark depths of his locks, and then they're gone. Silence finally replaces the dead weight filling his mouth as Jonghyun lets his shoulders tense and head fall back, losing himself in pleasure.
Jonghyun pleads hotly into Kibum's neck, slick with sweat, I need more and can't take it, just fuck me, and Kibum silently obliges, happy to bury himself in the endless heat.
I love you, Jonghyun slurs with the consonants stressed against Kibum's soft lips. Kibum doesn't feel the need to respond and only lifts his hands and buries them in the brunet's hair, opens his mouth for Jo
nghyun
's, to drink in the noises, nonsense and all.
The thrusting isn't as rhythmically smooth as Jonghyun wishes, but Kibum doesn't mind because he loves the way Jonghyun's voice hitches in odd intervals, the way everything bobs, from the lump in his throat and his disheveled hair, to his cock that Kibum pumps in time. And when Jonghyun shyly wraps his legs around Kibum's thin waist to angle his hips just a bit for quick, pleasurable thrusts, Kibum almost feels his heart thump along to the soft whimpers.
A strangled gasp shatters the entire room and then Jonghyun cries, fuck, yes, I-- from the pit of his stomach to his closed throat. And Kibum breathes in shakily, shudders in the brunet's arms, before letting his arms fold under him.
It's quiet for a few minutes and they both stay still in a heap of cooling limbs and covers, until Jonghyun inhales slowly against Kibum's ear. He whispers, I'm sorry. Maybe another day, sure that Kibum's sleeping, thinks that it's just the perfect time for it, and then he shuts his eyes. Kibum pretends to be asleep, chooses not to say anything like he always does for the brunet, just to stretch out the hushed silence between them for a bit longer, for a chance to speak up and make something happen some other day, but not then.
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Title: freestyling
Pairing(s): Minho x Taemin
Summary: MInho makes sure that, when he falls in love, he's got some padding underneath to catch him. But Kibum's always good at yanking it away, last minute.
His plan was a five-month plan, constructed the night of their chance meeting.
It's been three months since Minho picked up the dropped can and locked eyes with the auburn haired boy in the middle of the park one afternoon, and he hasn't uttered a single word in his presence since.
Kibum's done a lot of yelling in his time, but when he shouts, "Get you ass moving!", Minho's sure that that's the loudest yet. He can't help the fact that his notebook is filled with scribbles instead of a detailed outline -- well, he can, because it really was all of his doing -- and when Minho tries to reason with the slightly ticked Kibum, he gets a scoff in reply.
"Look, Minho," sighs the raven, "just face it. You're so in love, and it's been four fucking months--"
"Three."
Kibum stands in silence for a bit, eyes heated and all but forgiving, before he tries again. "It's been three fucking months, and you haven't talked to the kid. Once." His arms begin to flail as he desperately exclaims to the taller boy, "He's in the student council with you. He goes to the library during the same hours as you do. God damn it, you basically share the same route home!"
Bitterly, Minho bites his cheek and retorts, "Well, I don't emit pheromones like you do. There aren't people groveling at me feet and asking for my hand in fucking marriage."
"Hey," Kibum snaps. "Curb your fucking jealousy, punk." A knuckle rightfully makes its way past Minho's bushy hair to his skull, and Kibum pouts cutely at the way Minho frantically waves his arms about. "A five month plan-- ridiculous. You're not supposed to think that much, Minho. You're you." The raven pauses. Y'know what, maybe I should help you."
"How so?" the taller boy asks before he can stop himself, because he knows that when he gets Kibum involved, everything usually goes topsy-turvy. "Wait, don't answer th--"
"I know Jonghyun," Kibum smiles in a matter-of-factly way. "He's really close with Taemin, almost brothers. We could just set up a date for the two of you lovebirds and then you're off!" He emphasizes the image with his arms spread out far beside him. "Into the world of love."
Minho drops his melon bread into the plastic bag it came in, and he says, "Bull shit."
But apparently Kibum wasn't kidding because two days later, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, Taemin appears at the front gate as Minho kicks around a soccer ball, busily staring down at the asphalt path instead of at the younger boy.
"H-Hyung?" Taemin croaks aloud as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. The boy stops on his heels and looks up, bewilderment written on his face.
Kibum also wasn't kidding when he told Taemin that Minho looks like a dopey deer in the headlights when he's caught off guard.
Minho stammers, "Oh-- God, uh--" and he reaches for his ball as a distraction. But it tumbles away from his feet, down the small slope to the gate, and Taemin scoops it up in his tiny hands. "Fuck." He tries to flash a cool smile, but it's the farthest thing from cool, and Taemin's face turns a shade brighter as he stifles a laugh.
"Here," Taemin smiles, and he tosses the ball back to him. "You're awfully good at soccer, y'know?" Minho cradles the ball in his arms as he tries to come up with something intelligent.
"Thanks." Lovely.
They stand around for a while, in silence and in awkwardness, until Minho sighs aloud. Taemin starts at his reaction, but Minho doesn't quite see it, what with his arms shielding his eyes from the bright sun -- and Taemin's smile, but he won't admit it to his conscience. "Look, I know that Kibum probably attacked you and Jonghyun the other day. It's really okay. Really." He holds a smile for a few more seconds before he continues, "I'll walk you home. Hungry?"
Taemin shuffles his feet a bit as he replies, "Sure," and Minho almost gallops his way next to the younger boy.
Minho, oddly attentive for the afternoon, had decided against throwing an onslaught of questions at the boy in his original plan three months back, but when he sees Taemin brimming with some awkward happiness as they talk quietly along the street littered with convenience stores and family restaurants, he can't help himself. And Taemin replies, with just as much energy and enthusiasm, to each question, stupid or profound.
With a smile, Taemin kicks an empty soda can, pops it up so he can bounce it on his knees before balancing it on the side of his shoes. "To tell the truth, I'm not too bad myself," the boy laughs, and Minho finds it to be the prettiest sound in the world.
"Really now?" Minho grins as he swipes it away with a swift kick of his foot, drawing out a "Hey!" from the auburn haired boy. "Think you can take it away from me?"
So Minho charges down the street with Taemin tagging along, shouting "Watch it" and "Almost"s along the way, until they reach Taemin's apartment door. Heaving, the smaller boy finally punts the beat up can away from their feet, a triumphant smile lighting up both of their faces.
After leaning forward and brushing Taemin's shoulder with a hand, Minho huffs. "Pretty good. We should play sometime out on the soccer field or something."
Taemin eyes him curiously for a minute before he breathes, "Yeah. Yeah, we should."
"All right," the boy laughs freely, both hands on his hips. "It was nice meeting you, Taemin." A whistle catches his attention after he turns his back to Taemin, and as Minho glances over his shoulder to see the boy straight in the eyes, an odd feeling of warmth shoots up his spine, straight to his ears. Taemin pushes his body flush against Minho's and lightly grazes his lips over the dry pair.
"It only took thirty minutes, Minho," he whispers softly, and then he pulls back, a timid, bashful smile replacing the full lips that were so tantalizingly close just seconds before. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Minho stands there, dumbstruck, as his hand slowly reaches his mouth, just slightly ajar. Taemin waves goodbye before closing the door on him, and can't help but giggle to himself when Minho's still swaying in his front lawn. A buzzing soon cuts him off in his dazed state, and Minho looks down at his pocket.
"Told you" the text message reads.
"Fuck off" is his reply before Minho gazes at the door to Taemin's apartment and sets off, whistling and juggling the ball with his feet.
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Wow, I actually started this a few days ago (maybe a week?) and I was just completely stuck on the last short with 2min. So I struggled a bit, let it rest, and then whaddya know, I find it again, and I was all "huh? where-- oh my god"
so yeah. hum. hope you enjoyed them, anywho ♥
Author: salted_taiyaki
Genre: Romance, humor/angst
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin ; Jonghyun x Key ; Minho x Taemin
Ratings: PG-13 ; R/nc-17 ; PG-13 (language)
Summary: different pairings and scenarios of a similar, yet varying, romantic feel.
a/n: everything is in that order
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Title: block of ice
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Summary: Jinki strikes a conversation rather oddly during their bath together.
It's peaceful until Jinki decides to open his big, fat mouth again. They're both barely above the lukewarm water, enjoying the way their skin naturally sticks to the surface of the bath, to the edge of the tub, to each other, but then Jinki just decides to speak up for no particular reason, when they came for the sole purpose of comfort.
"Ever actually watch your hands turn pruny?"
Taemin usually knows that it's just best not to answer -- or react, at all, since for some reason the dead possum trick seems to work with people just slightly dense, like Jinki -- but he can't stop himself from bubbling, "Hyung, I wouldn't have the time."
Jinki only hums in response as he begins to comb his fingers through Taemin's thin hair. The hair cut's left him a bit flabbergasted because he really loved the way his hair cushioned his nose so softly, but Jinki doesn't mind all too much. "It's actually pretty interesting."
"Really."
"Yeah."
He then accidentally runs some flat fingertips across Taemin's stomach as he reaches about for the bar of soap he dropped moments ago but doesn't feel it, what with his hands gone numb and wrinkly. Taemin does, and he stiffens and shudders and closes his eyes, misinterpreting the fleeting touch. Sheepishly he mumbles, the little ridges of water from his words tickling his nose, "Really, hyung?"
"Well yeah, I mean it takes a while, but when you actually sit down and watch these things happen--"
Taemin stands up before he can even finish explaining, which Jinki finds to be quite rude, but Taemin's angry face cuts off his pouting. His face is just slightly red -- and dense Jinki just assumes that it's from the heat -- as he places his hands grumpily on his hips, and he snaps.
"Yeah, just as fun as our fucking relationship," and he stumbles out of the bath tub before Jinki can comment on how uncharacteristically bitchy that was. Jinki only lets his hands float up to the surface, silent and crushed.
"He's probably just being hormonal," Jinki ponders aloud and Kibum can't help but throw down an orange peel in exasperation.
He starts with a slight quip, "You blockhead, he's a teenager pining for your love. You didn't really think that he wasn't expecting something to happen there, did you?"
When he receives only frowns and confused looks -- a variation of them, too, because Jinki likes frustrating Kibum with them -- Kibum stares until he can only take so much of it all. "I swear to-- I'm so glad that you're not my boyfriend." He seethes quietly so Jonghyun next door can't really hear him, so that they aren't really misunderstood. "Go apologize to him."
"But what--"
"Just say something."
Jinki doesn't necessarily take Kibum's advice of saying things -- he thinks that actions speak louder than words, so he pins Taemin against the wall with his slightly wrinkly fingertips, smiles against his neck, "I'm sorry."
"It's my fault, anyway," Taemin sighs and it throws Jinki off guard because he didn't expect the younger boy to apologize, him being a teenager and all (Jinki enjoys pulling the age card). "I could've expected this when I fell in love with a blockhead like you."
He pulls back slightly to look at the auburn haired boy, eyebrows raised in amusement. "You've been hanging out with Kibum a lot, haven't you?"
Taemin doesn't really answer as he buries his thin, pruned fingers in Jinki's slightly matted hair and pulls their lips together for a kiss that leaves the both of them staggering for breath. And when Jinki finally -- finally -- sneaks his fingers up Taemin's loose shirt, searching for anything and everything to touch, Taemin's let his mouth go slack with a quiet pop and smiles.
"Sorry, I have to go watch the paint in our living room dry with Minho-hyung now. I promised him. It's gonna be pretty fun." (In actuality, Minho's playing some video games with Jonghyun on top of him, legs kicking and arms twisting as always, and Taemin knows very well that it's best not to interrupt him.)
He makes a move for the door but one of Jinki's apparently strong arms wraps around Taemin's waist and pulls him down onto his bed with a cute squawk. "Funny, Taemin."
"Yeah, I know."
Jinki shuts him up before he can start giggling uncontrollably like he usually does, knowing fully well that anything in the world is more fun than watching paint dry.
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Title: linguistics
Pairing(s): Key x Jonghyun
Warning(s): Uh, sex? not explicit, though
Summary: Some syllables are best whispered.
Jonghyun proclaims that he isn't drunk and that it's all right as pants are thrown and shirts are ripped, even though there are broken glasses on the drawer, and Kibum didn't ask.
And as Kibum sucks and sucks, the deep words and their serifs become entangled with one other on the tip of Jonghyun's tongue, becoming tangles of good, so good, faster instead. They fall like beads of sweat, onto Kibum's messy hair, into the dark depths of his locks, and then they're gone. Silence finally replaces the dead weight filling his mouth as Jonghyun lets his shoulders tense and head fall back, losing himself in pleasure.
Jonghyun pleads hotly into Kibum's neck, slick with sweat, I need more and can't take it, just fuck me, and Kibum silently obliges, happy to bury himself in the endless heat.
I love you, Jonghyun slurs with the consonants stressed against Kibum's soft lips. Kibum doesn't feel the need to respond and only lifts his hands and buries them in the brunet's hair, opens his mouth for Jo
nghyun
's, to drink in the noises, nonsense and all.
The thrusting isn't as rhythmically smooth as Jonghyun wishes, but Kibum doesn't mind because he loves the way Jonghyun's voice hitches in odd intervals, the way everything bobs, from the lump in his throat and his disheveled hair, to his cock that Kibum pumps in time. And when Jonghyun shyly wraps his legs around Kibum's thin waist to angle his hips just a bit for quick, pleasurable thrusts, Kibum almost feels his heart thump along to the soft whimpers.
A strangled gasp shatters the entire room and then Jonghyun cries, fuck, yes, I-- from the pit of his stomach to his closed throat. And Kibum breathes in shakily, shudders in the brunet's arms, before letting his arms fold under him.
It's quiet for a few minutes and they both stay still in a heap of cooling limbs and covers, until Jonghyun inhales slowly against Kibum's ear. He whispers, I'm sorry. Maybe another day, sure that Kibum's sleeping, thinks that it's just the perfect time for it, and then he shuts his eyes. Kibum pretends to be asleep, chooses not to say anything like he always does for the brunet, just to stretch out the hushed silence between them for a bit longer, for a chance to speak up and make something happen some other day, but not then.
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Title: freestyling
Pairing(s): Minho x Taemin
Summary: MInho makes sure that, when he falls in love, he's got some padding underneath to catch him. But Kibum's always good at yanking it away, last minute.
His plan was a five-month plan, constructed the night of their chance meeting.
It's been three months since Minho picked up the dropped can and locked eyes with the auburn haired boy in the middle of the park one afternoon, and he hasn't uttered a single word in his presence since.
Kibum's done a lot of yelling in his time, but when he shouts, "Get you ass moving!", Minho's sure that that's the loudest yet. He can't help the fact that his notebook is filled with scribbles instead of a detailed outline -- well, he can, because it really was all of his doing -- and when Minho tries to reason with the slightly ticked Kibum, he gets a scoff in reply.
"Look, Minho," sighs the raven, "just face it. You're so in love, and it's been four fucking months--"
"Three."
Kibum stands in silence for a bit, eyes heated and all but forgiving, before he tries again. "It's been three fucking months, and you haven't talked to the kid. Once." His arms begin to flail as he desperately exclaims to the taller boy, "He's in the student council with you. He goes to the library during the same hours as you do. God damn it, you basically share the same route home!"
Bitterly, Minho bites his cheek and retorts, "Well, I don't emit pheromones like you do. There aren't people groveling at me feet and asking for my hand in fucking marriage."
"Hey," Kibum snaps. "Curb your fucking jealousy, punk." A knuckle rightfully makes its way past Minho's bushy hair to his skull, and Kibum pouts cutely at the way Minho frantically waves his arms about. "A five month plan-- ridiculous. You're not supposed to think that much, Minho. You're you." The raven pauses. Y'know what, maybe I should help you."
"How so?" the taller boy asks before he can stop himself, because he knows that when he gets Kibum involved, everything usually goes topsy-turvy. "Wait, don't answer th--"
"I know Jonghyun," Kibum smiles in a matter-of-factly way. "He's really close with Taemin, almost brothers. We could just set up a date for the two of you lovebirds and then you're off!" He emphasizes the image with his arms spread out far beside him. "Into the world of love."
Minho drops his melon bread into the plastic bag it came in, and he says, "Bull shit."
But apparently Kibum wasn't kidding because two days later, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, Taemin appears at the front gate as Minho kicks around a soccer ball, busily staring down at the asphalt path instead of at the younger boy.
"H-Hyung?" Taemin croaks aloud as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. The boy stops on his heels and looks up, bewilderment written on his face.
Kibum also wasn't kidding when he told Taemin that Minho looks like a dopey deer in the headlights when he's caught off guard.
Minho stammers, "Oh-- God, uh--" and he reaches for his ball as a distraction. But it tumbles away from his feet, down the small slope to the gate, and Taemin scoops it up in his tiny hands. "Fuck." He tries to flash a cool smile, but it's the farthest thing from cool, and Taemin's face turns a shade brighter as he stifles a laugh.
"Here," Taemin smiles, and he tosses the ball back to him. "You're awfully good at soccer, y'know?" Minho cradles the ball in his arms as he tries to come up with something intelligent.
"Thanks." Lovely.
They stand around for a while, in silence and in awkwardness, until Minho sighs aloud. Taemin starts at his reaction, but Minho doesn't quite see it, what with his arms shielding his eyes from the bright sun -- and Taemin's smile, but he won't admit it to his conscience. "Look, I know that Kibum probably attacked you and Jonghyun the other day. It's really okay. Really." He holds a smile for a few more seconds before he continues, "I'll walk you home. Hungry?"
Taemin shuffles his feet a bit as he replies, "Sure," and Minho almost gallops his way next to the younger boy.
Minho, oddly attentive for the afternoon, had decided against throwing an onslaught of questions at the boy in his original plan three months back, but when he sees Taemin brimming with some awkward happiness as they talk quietly along the street littered with convenience stores and family restaurants, he can't help himself. And Taemin replies, with just as much energy and enthusiasm, to each question, stupid or profound.
With a smile, Taemin kicks an empty soda can, pops it up so he can bounce it on his knees before balancing it on the side of his shoes. "To tell the truth, I'm not too bad myself," the boy laughs, and Minho finds it to be the prettiest sound in the world.
"Really now?" Minho grins as he swipes it away with a swift kick of his foot, drawing out a "Hey!" from the auburn haired boy. "Think you can take it away from me?"
So Minho charges down the street with Taemin tagging along, shouting "Watch it" and "Almost"s along the way, until they reach Taemin's apartment door. Heaving, the smaller boy finally punts the beat up can away from their feet, a triumphant smile lighting up both of their faces.
After leaning forward and brushing Taemin's shoulder with a hand, Minho huffs. "Pretty good. We should play sometime out on the soccer field or something."
Taemin eyes him curiously for a minute before he breathes, "Yeah. Yeah, we should."
"All right," the boy laughs freely, both hands on his hips. "It was nice meeting you, Taemin." A whistle catches his attention after he turns his back to Taemin, and as Minho glances over his shoulder to see the boy straight in the eyes, an odd feeling of warmth shoots up his spine, straight to his ears. Taemin pushes his body flush against Minho's and lightly grazes his lips over the dry pair.
"It only took thirty minutes, Minho," he whispers softly, and then he pulls back, a timid, bashful smile replacing the full lips that were so tantalizingly close just seconds before. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Minho stands there, dumbstruck, as his hand slowly reaches his mouth, just slightly ajar. Taemin waves goodbye before closing the door on him, and can't help but giggle to himself when Minho's still swaying in his front lawn. A buzzing soon cuts him off in his dazed state, and Minho looks down at his pocket.
"Told you" the text message reads.
"Fuck off" is his reply before Minho gazes at the door to Taemin's apartment and sets off, whistling and juggling the ball with his feet.
---
Wow, I actually started this a few days ago (maybe a week?) and I was just completely stuck on the last short with 2min. So I struggled a bit, let it rest, and then whaddya know, I find it again, and I was all "huh? where-- oh my god"
so yeah. hum. hope you enjoyed them, anywho ♥