simple festivities [drabbles, set ; Onew]
Titles: simple festivities
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): OnKey ; OnTae ; OnHyun ; OnHo
Genre: Romance, fluff, and the likes
Rating: a range, pg to pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Shinee members. Sigh.
Summary: In the world they call love, every shade is special, every twist and turn intricately etches its way on a silver and gold surface that we call life.
a/n: inspired by sakuranbokissx ; she writes SO beautifully. if you don't know who she is you should definitely, definitely check out her writing because, gah, it's so fantastic and i am inferior in her glory ♥
pieces ; onkey
i.
As the days passed with little brushes of the hands and the fluttering of eyelashes in the most secretive moments, Onew felt something. Just a little bit, a small piece of something that made his blood pulse at a far quicker pace than he wished. He never understood what it was until, one day, Key had approached him, quite frustrated with him, and presented two necklaces, each with half of a cute heart that fit perfectly together. The look on his face - red, embarrassed, almost sour - was enough for Onew and he, with must gusto, grabbed one necklace, slung it around his neck, and lifted the half to Key's hand, smiling when he saw the pieces slip into place.
"Perfect," he whispered, and Key didn't know whether it was directed towards him, or the necklaces. But he blushed anyway.
ii.
Key sat at their kitchen table, arms propped up, perpendicular to the surface, and in his hands were a small kitchen knife and a persimmon. With much concentration, he continued to peel away at the tough skin, feeling just a bit triumphant when a large strip fell into the bowl before him - he always enjoyed doing things in one piece, not little by little - and pumping his fist with the persimmon when finished. And then he chopped away at the fruit - properly; he had to teach Taemin how to cut fruit again, just for the poor boy's sake - piece by piece, amused by the way they came out so perfectly.
It was then when Onew peeked his head into the kitchen, ears perked as he heard the sound of chopping. He saw Key, back turned to him, and debated whether or not he should approach him like this. But he decided that it was fun, and so Onew crept, on his toes, and waited until he was in arms' length to push him forcefully.
A scream was let out and Key's knife almost went flying into the air. Onew was surprised to know that he had also screamed in shock when he saw the blade glint under the kitchen light. The two of them let out a shaky breath and finally, Key snapped,
"Do you want me to cut you to pieces or something?"
Onew tried to desperately look for an apology, but for some reason, the flustered look on Key's face made him a bit too giddy, and he replied, "Would you put band aids on me if you did?"
Key's grip on the bowl before him tightened threateningly, and Onew thought that he was going to chuck it at him, so he instinctively ducked, arms held up in an attempt to block Key's hateful glares.
"You scared me." Key paused. "What if I hurt you? You wouldn't be laughing then."
And Onew saw, in Key's eyes, little broken pieces of unsaid words, of usually unfathomable emotions - "I would have been so scared," "Did you ever think about me?" - flash instantaneously, but lingering long enough for Onew to notice them.
He apologized, "I'm sorry." Key's hard stare softened, and seconds later he let out a great sigh as he heaved himself out of the chair and onto the balls of his feet.
After grabbing a slice from the bowl, Key handed it towards him, and he mumbled with his mouth full, hoping it would cover his slight blip in confidence, "Here, take a piece."
And, for some reason, because he felt daring that evening, Onew simply grinned and replied, "Glad to."
He leaned forward and kissed Key on the lips, nibbled his bottom lip lightly, and pulled back. The look on the younger boy's face was enough for Onew to crack, so he simply danced and waved his arms in the air, making his way out of the room before he could hear Key stammer to himself, flustered and embarrassed beyond belief.
"Dumbass," Key muttered as he followed the silly Onew who caught the worried stares of the other members. He smiled silently to himself as he touched his lips.
the art we call cute ; ontae
i.
When Taemin woke up to go to school, he noticed that only Jonghyun, completely unaware that he was holding out his arm and wrapping it around air, and Minho were sleeping, which was a first because he knew that the oldest member was in a state of hibernation until 11 on their free days. When he walked out into the hallway, he heard bickering - "Don't touch that!" and "Are you stupid?" all in Key's voice - and couldn't help but wonder if war was brewing this early in the day. When Taemin slumped his way into the kitchen, throwing a groggy "Good morning" to the overly animated duo in the morning, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to what was going on. Onew was trying to cut apples - no, not those plain old slices, those bunny ear ones - and Key was hovering over him, telling him what angle to cut at.
When Onew looked up from his work and saw that Taemin was staring with a face contorted with bemusement and downright mockery, he shouted and jumped from his seat, alarming Key, who scrambled backwards into the fridge.
And when Onew squeaked, "They're for you!", Taemin couldn't help but erupt into a great peal of laughter that could have woken up the other two - but they were too knocked out to even care - and he managed to squeeze out between large gasps for air,
"You're so cute, hyung."
And when Taemin walked over and pecked him on the cheek, meanwhile sneakily snatching away a bunny, Onew's face flared up; but he could feel that Taemin wasn't exactly levelheaded when Onew awkwardly turned his head to meet those lips, so it was all right. When Taemin pranced out of the kitchen, suddenly full of so much vigor and enthusiasm with the apple in his hand, Key threw Onew a glare and muttered, "What I do for you and your love."
Onew grinned sheepishly.
ii.
Admittedly, there was nothing more Taemin hated than being constantly called cute. At least, not all the time. It was tiresome, boring, sometimes unoriginal, and Taemin wished that he could simply man up and throw off that cute act. But then he wondered, what would his team be without the cute youngest member? There would be no balance. At times, Taemin would sigh, disgruntled, and wonder if it really was worth putting this act up.
Taemin was just as shocked - amused, repulsed, scarred, whichever he wanted to choose from the mix of emotions - as the other members were when he saw his hyung get up after Mir and squint his eyes cutely, hands up in the air and squeezing along to the one part of the song.
He had asked Onew to repeat the dance for him back at the dorm because, out of all the songs he had learned with Key, Marshmallow was not one of them.
But Onew simply stuttered in embarrassment as he scratched his ear, "It's stupid for me to do it! You should just watch the music video or something."
Sheepishly Taemin laughed, and he wrung his hands in a sudden act of nervousness. "But I want to learn from you, hyung." And Onew stared at him, blank for a brief second, before his eyes brightened and he guffawed - literally - "All right, then!"
And when Taemin and Onew decided to perform it before the other members - "I can do that," Key sneered, and Jonghyun simply wrapped his arm around his shoulder and drawled, "Yeah, all right" - they all complimented the youngest member on how cute he was, and how compared to an "old man" like Onew, he was infinitely times more amazing.
Onew looked up from the floor after he plopped down in exhaustion from laughing and dancing, and smiled, "You were ridiculously cute." His grin remained plastered on as he squinted his eyes. "Too cute."
Taemin glanced down at him, cheeks a light pink, and he giggled, just a bit, as he shyly rubbed the back of his head.
Perhaps acting cute wasn't all that bad.
if you can even call it that ; onhyun
i.
Jonghyun grimaced a bit as he glanced down to the plate before him. It was odd. It was interesting. But most importantly, it looked absolutely vile. He bit his lip and slowly diverted his gaze to the pair of feet that were on its toes to the left of him. He couldn't lift his eyes to look at him face to face because really, he didn't know if he could even call this food. Onew cleared his throat and continued to wait patiently for some feedback, and not wanting to keep him any longer, Jonghyun's fork broke through the heart he had made with the ketchup on top of the egg and picked up a bit of the slightly brown rice - it was white while he was washing it, Jonghyun knew, because he was watching with much worry - to his lips. It only took him one bite to know that the food was far from edible and so he set the fork down and shot up from his seat.
A feeble smile was enough for Onew to silently clean the table, a dejected look casting a shadow on his face. Realizing that the older member was hurt, Jonghyun reached out and hugged him tightly - not before spitting out the wad of food into the sink, though. He buried his face into the crook of his neck and felt it heat up immediately when he gently kissed his hair.
"Thank you, hyung. But let's leave the cooking to Key."
And the two laughed quietly to themselves, swaying slightly to what they could call a beat of their own.
ii.
Onew stared at the fan letter presented before him on the screen once more, small font suddenly becoming even harder to read as his head spun in circles. Someone had told him to admit just how jealous he was of Jonghyun's charisma.*
If you could even call it that, he recalled Key mutter under his breath one day while flattening out Minho's shirts on a board. Jonghyun, who was eating on the couch, almost spat out the rice in rage, and the two were locked in a fit since then. Everyone else abandoned ship while they could.
The fan's demand confused him greatly, and as he leaned back in the chair alone in the computer room, he mulled over the subject. It didn't take long for Onew to begin to picture Jonghyun in his mind. Big eyes, blond-tipped hair, a wide smile always gracing his figures. Nothing was really charismatic about that.
And then Jonghyun began to dance and sing in his imagination, hitting pitches he never really could, feet sliding across the floor and hands gliding across his chest as he stared out - to Onew? - and winked. An imaginary crowd roared. Onew shifted a bit in his chair.
Jonghyun was jogging on a treadmill next, eyes focused and chest heaving as he mouthed along to the song on his iPod. A second later, he and Minho were wrestling on the ground and at this point, Onew cut off his wandering mind and glanced down at his lap. Shirts were about to come off and that was dangerous territory.
Okay, sure, Jonghyun was charismatic while he really wasn't.
So Onew stood up from his chair, done with his imagination - he had begun to feel just a bit uncomfortable at that point - and made his way to the door.
The door opened to reveal a dazed Jonghyun picking at his ear, one hand out to reach for the knob that suddenly disappeared beore him. They stood in place for a second, and then Onew laughed out loud, throwing the unaware Jonghhyun off guard.
Reality was just as nice.
simplicity ; onho
i.
Minho is a man of simplicity. His bed isn't decorated with puppets or dolls, or candid shots, or magazines. It's simply his soft cover, a pillow, and a book or two stacked in the corner for some midnight reading. He enjoys easy going methods when handling things - such as cooking; sports were a completely different story - and he likes it when people didn't complicate things for him. Simplicity is divine in his world, and he holds that dogma close to his heart. However, a few years ago, he encountered this one boy, older in age but probably less mentally, who seemed to bring chaos along with him like a pet dog. He had a cute smile, small eyes, but a habit of wrecking everything in his path. And for some reason, Minho had to be caught up in that path.
But years passed until they reached this point in their relationship, where Minho's learned to deal with the complications that come along with the otherwise simple happenstances in life. Lately he's been laughing at the stupid, unnecessary, but nevertheless cute, acts that Onew pulls, and he goes along with the stunts that he enjoys pulling off which oftentimes distract them from the main purpose.
However, they are in synch when it comes to a couple of things. For example, they both enjoy linking hands together lightly, tight enough for them to not let go when they were pulled at the sides by the others, but loose enough so they don't sweat and make things worse and uncomfortable. They like quick hugs in private, small flashes of smiles, and chaste kisses that leave them kind of dizzy for a few minutes.
Minho's okay with the complications that are Onew. They spice up his otherwise simple life, anyway.
ii.
When Onew was finished, he was actually quite proud of the result. It was simple and it suited his taste. The furniture was arranged nicely, not too much and not too little. It was perfect, in his opinion.
But Jonghyun walked in with his eyes glued to the floor as he rubbed his lips like usual, Key right behind him, and when he sat down he fell onto his butt. Key choked out a laugh and Jonghyun had his eyes wide open, mouth hanging as the tingling pain began to shoot up his back.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around to look for the couch that used to be there. But it was gone, to the other side of the room, and he began to wonder just how he could have missed that.
Minho walked into the room, working gloves hanging from his mouth. He stood there in silence and saw that the older boy was on the floor as Key was bent down next to him, rubbing his back side lovingly. And then he threw his head back and his shoulders began to shake violently with laughter. Onew couldn't help but snicker with him, and the two of them ignored the death glares they received from the hurt boy.
"We decided to change it up a bit, just for today," Minho tried explaining. It didn't really get through to Jonghyun because he was trying his best not to cry in front of Key, but that was failing horribly. "You can't blame Onew hyung though, it was kind of my idea." Onew shot him a look as he kicked the back of his leg with his foot. Minho simply smiled in response.
"Should we help you to the couch now, hyung?" Jonghyun shook his head before he crawled his way to the beloved couch.
"You're such a sissy," he heard Key mutter behind him, and Jonghyun blew a raspberry, settling onto his seat.
Onew and Minho walked out of the living room, laughing childishly behind their hands. The shorter boy smacked Minho on the arm as he hissed out, "You didn't have to."
And again, Minho only smiled, "Don't worry about it. Something as simple as this will breeze over quickly."
"Yeah, I don't think so, Choi Minho," Jonghyun cried out from the living room. And the two continued laughing, hands unconsciously linking as they acknowledged themselves as accomplices in crime.
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*I really did read a letter that said that.
I enjoyed doing this, a lot. It was really entertaining, writing about all of these couples. I forced myself to follow a format and theme, hopefully you managed to pick it up. Comments are *always* appreciated ♥
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): OnKey ; OnTae ; OnHyun ; OnHo
Genre: Romance, fluff, and the likes
Rating: a range, pg to pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Shinee members. Sigh.
Summary: In the world they call love, every shade is special, every twist and turn intricately etches its way on a silver and gold surface that we call life.
a/n: inspired by sakuranbokissx ; she writes SO beautifully. if you don't know who she is you should definitely, definitely check out her writing because, gah, it's so fantastic and i am inferior in her glory ♥
pieces ; onkey
i.
As the days passed with little brushes of the hands and the fluttering of eyelashes in the most secretive moments, Onew felt something. Just a little bit, a small piece of something that made his blood pulse at a far quicker pace than he wished. He never understood what it was until, one day, Key had approached him, quite frustrated with him, and presented two necklaces, each with half of a cute heart that fit perfectly together. The look on his face - red, embarrassed, almost sour - was enough for Onew and he, with must gusto, grabbed one necklace, slung it around his neck, and lifted the half to Key's hand, smiling when he saw the pieces slip into place.
"Perfect," he whispered, and Key didn't know whether it was directed towards him, or the necklaces. But he blushed anyway.
ii.
Key sat at their kitchen table, arms propped up, perpendicular to the surface, and in his hands were a small kitchen knife and a persimmon. With much concentration, he continued to peel away at the tough skin, feeling just a bit triumphant when a large strip fell into the bowl before him - he always enjoyed doing things in one piece, not little by little - and pumping his fist with the persimmon when finished. And then he chopped away at the fruit - properly; he had to teach Taemin how to cut fruit again, just for the poor boy's sake - piece by piece, amused by the way they came out so perfectly.
It was then when Onew peeked his head into the kitchen, ears perked as he heard the sound of chopping. He saw Key, back turned to him, and debated whether or not he should approach him like this. But he decided that it was fun, and so Onew crept, on his toes, and waited until he was in arms' length to push him forcefully.
A scream was let out and Key's knife almost went flying into the air. Onew was surprised to know that he had also screamed in shock when he saw the blade glint under the kitchen light. The two of them let out a shaky breath and finally, Key snapped,
"Do you want me to cut you to pieces or something?"
Onew tried to desperately look for an apology, but for some reason, the flustered look on Key's face made him a bit too giddy, and he replied, "Would you put band aids on me if you did?"
Key's grip on the bowl before him tightened threateningly, and Onew thought that he was going to chuck it at him, so he instinctively ducked, arms held up in an attempt to block Key's hateful glares.
"You scared me." Key paused. "What if I hurt you? You wouldn't be laughing then."
And Onew saw, in Key's eyes, little broken pieces of unsaid words, of usually unfathomable emotions - "I would have been so scared," "Did you ever think about me?" - flash instantaneously, but lingering long enough for Onew to notice them.
He apologized, "I'm sorry." Key's hard stare softened, and seconds later he let out a great sigh as he heaved himself out of the chair and onto the balls of his feet.
After grabbing a slice from the bowl, Key handed it towards him, and he mumbled with his mouth full, hoping it would cover his slight blip in confidence, "Here, take a piece."
And, for some reason, because he felt daring that evening, Onew simply grinned and replied, "Glad to."
He leaned forward and kissed Key on the lips, nibbled his bottom lip lightly, and pulled back. The look on the younger boy's face was enough for Onew to crack, so he simply danced and waved his arms in the air, making his way out of the room before he could hear Key stammer to himself, flustered and embarrassed beyond belief.
"Dumbass," Key muttered as he followed the silly Onew who caught the worried stares of the other members. He smiled silently to himself as he touched his lips.
the art we call cute ; ontae
i.
When Taemin woke up to go to school, he noticed that only Jonghyun, completely unaware that he was holding out his arm and wrapping it around air, and Minho were sleeping, which was a first because he knew that the oldest member was in a state of hibernation until 11 on their free days. When he walked out into the hallway, he heard bickering - "Don't touch that!" and "Are you stupid?" all in Key's voice - and couldn't help but wonder if war was brewing this early in the day. When Taemin slumped his way into the kitchen, throwing a groggy "Good morning" to the overly animated duo in the morning, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to what was going on. Onew was trying to cut apples - no, not those plain old slices, those bunny ear ones - and Key was hovering over him, telling him what angle to cut at.
When Onew looked up from his work and saw that Taemin was staring with a face contorted with bemusement and downright mockery, he shouted and jumped from his seat, alarming Key, who scrambled backwards into the fridge.
And when Onew squeaked, "They're for you!", Taemin couldn't help but erupt into a great peal of laughter that could have woken up the other two - but they were too knocked out to even care - and he managed to squeeze out between large gasps for air,
"You're so cute, hyung."
And when Taemin walked over and pecked him on the cheek, meanwhile sneakily snatching away a bunny, Onew's face flared up; but he could feel that Taemin wasn't exactly levelheaded when Onew awkwardly turned his head to meet those lips, so it was all right. When Taemin pranced out of the kitchen, suddenly full of so much vigor and enthusiasm with the apple in his hand, Key threw Onew a glare and muttered, "What I do for you and your love."
Onew grinned sheepishly.
ii.
Admittedly, there was nothing more Taemin hated than being constantly called cute. At least, not all the time. It was tiresome, boring, sometimes unoriginal, and Taemin wished that he could simply man up and throw off that cute act. But then he wondered, what would his team be without the cute youngest member? There would be no balance. At times, Taemin would sigh, disgruntled, and wonder if it really was worth putting this act up.
Taemin was just as shocked - amused, repulsed, scarred, whichever he wanted to choose from the mix of emotions - as the other members were when he saw his hyung get up after Mir and squint his eyes cutely, hands up in the air and squeezing along to the one part of the song.
He had asked Onew to repeat the dance for him back at the dorm because, out of all the songs he had learned with Key, Marshmallow was not one of them.
But Onew simply stuttered in embarrassment as he scratched his ear, "It's stupid for me to do it! You should just watch the music video or something."
Sheepishly Taemin laughed, and he wrung his hands in a sudden act of nervousness. "But I want to learn from you, hyung." And Onew stared at him, blank for a brief second, before his eyes brightened and he guffawed - literally - "All right, then!"
And when Taemin and Onew decided to perform it before the other members - "I can do that," Key sneered, and Jonghyun simply wrapped his arm around his shoulder and drawled, "Yeah, all right" - they all complimented the youngest member on how cute he was, and how compared to an "old man" like Onew, he was infinitely times more amazing.
Onew looked up from the floor after he plopped down in exhaustion from laughing and dancing, and smiled, "You were ridiculously cute." His grin remained plastered on as he squinted his eyes. "Too cute."
Taemin glanced down at him, cheeks a light pink, and he giggled, just a bit, as he shyly rubbed the back of his head.
Perhaps acting cute wasn't all that bad.
if you can even call it that ; onhyun
i.
Jonghyun grimaced a bit as he glanced down to the plate before him. It was odd. It was interesting. But most importantly, it looked absolutely vile. He bit his lip and slowly diverted his gaze to the pair of feet that were on its toes to the left of him. He couldn't lift his eyes to look at him face to face because really, he didn't know if he could even call this food. Onew cleared his throat and continued to wait patiently for some feedback, and not wanting to keep him any longer, Jonghyun's fork broke through the heart he had made with the ketchup on top of the egg and picked up a bit of the slightly brown rice - it was white while he was washing it, Jonghyun knew, because he was watching with much worry - to his lips. It only took him one bite to know that the food was far from edible and so he set the fork down and shot up from his seat.
A feeble smile was enough for Onew to silently clean the table, a dejected look casting a shadow on his face. Realizing that the older member was hurt, Jonghyun reached out and hugged him tightly - not before spitting out the wad of food into the sink, though. He buried his face into the crook of his neck and felt it heat up immediately when he gently kissed his hair.
"Thank you, hyung. But let's leave the cooking to Key."
And the two laughed quietly to themselves, swaying slightly to what they could call a beat of their own.
ii.
Onew stared at the fan letter presented before him on the screen once more, small font suddenly becoming even harder to read as his head spun in circles. Someone had told him to admit just how jealous he was of Jonghyun's charisma.*
If you could even call it that, he recalled Key mutter under his breath one day while flattening out Minho's shirts on a board. Jonghyun, who was eating on the couch, almost spat out the rice in rage, and the two were locked in a fit since then. Everyone else abandoned ship while they could.
The fan's demand confused him greatly, and as he leaned back in the chair alone in the computer room, he mulled over the subject. It didn't take long for Onew to begin to picture Jonghyun in his mind. Big eyes, blond-tipped hair, a wide smile always gracing his figures. Nothing was really charismatic about that.
And then Jonghyun began to dance and sing in his imagination, hitting pitches he never really could, feet sliding across the floor and hands gliding across his chest as he stared out - to Onew? - and winked. An imaginary crowd roared. Onew shifted a bit in his chair.
Jonghyun was jogging on a treadmill next, eyes focused and chest heaving as he mouthed along to the song on his iPod. A second later, he and Minho were wrestling on the ground and at this point, Onew cut off his wandering mind and glanced down at his lap. Shirts were about to come off and that was dangerous territory.
Okay, sure, Jonghyun was charismatic while he really wasn't.
So Onew stood up from his chair, done with his imagination - he had begun to feel just a bit uncomfortable at that point - and made his way to the door.
The door opened to reveal a dazed Jonghyun picking at his ear, one hand out to reach for the knob that suddenly disappeared beore him. They stood in place for a second, and then Onew laughed out loud, throwing the unaware Jonghhyun off guard.
Reality was just as nice.
simplicity ; onho
i.
Minho is a man of simplicity. His bed isn't decorated with puppets or dolls, or candid shots, or magazines. It's simply his soft cover, a pillow, and a book or two stacked in the corner for some midnight reading. He enjoys easy going methods when handling things - such as cooking; sports were a completely different story - and he likes it when people didn't complicate things for him. Simplicity is divine in his world, and he holds that dogma close to his heart. However, a few years ago, he encountered this one boy, older in age but probably less mentally, who seemed to bring chaos along with him like a pet dog. He had a cute smile, small eyes, but a habit of wrecking everything in his path. And for some reason, Minho had to be caught up in that path.
But years passed until they reached this point in their relationship, where Minho's learned to deal with the complications that come along with the otherwise simple happenstances in life. Lately he's been laughing at the stupid, unnecessary, but nevertheless cute, acts that Onew pulls, and he goes along with the stunts that he enjoys pulling off which oftentimes distract them from the main purpose.
However, they are in synch when it comes to a couple of things. For example, they both enjoy linking hands together lightly, tight enough for them to not let go when they were pulled at the sides by the others, but loose enough so they don't sweat and make things worse and uncomfortable. They like quick hugs in private, small flashes of smiles, and chaste kisses that leave them kind of dizzy for a few minutes.
Minho's okay with the complications that are Onew. They spice up his otherwise simple life, anyway.
ii.
When Onew was finished, he was actually quite proud of the result. It was simple and it suited his taste. The furniture was arranged nicely, not too much and not too little. It was perfect, in his opinion.
But Jonghyun walked in with his eyes glued to the floor as he rubbed his lips like usual, Key right behind him, and when he sat down he fell onto his butt. Key choked out a laugh and Jonghyun had his eyes wide open, mouth hanging as the tingling pain began to shoot up his back.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around to look for the couch that used to be there. But it was gone, to the other side of the room, and he began to wonder just how he could have missed that.
Minho walked into the room, working gloves hanging from his mouth. He stood there in silence and saw that the older boy was on the floor as Key was bent down next to him, rubbing his back side lovingly. And then he threw his head back and his shoulders began to shake violently with laughter. Onew couldn't help but snicker with him, and the two of them ignored the death glares they received from the hurt boy.
"We decided to change it up a bit, just for today," Minho tried explaining. It didn't really get through to Jonghyun because he was trying his best not to cry in front of Key, but that was failing horribly. "You can't blame Onew hyung though, it was kind of my idea." Onew shot him a look as he kicked the back of his leg with his foot. Minho simply smiled in response.
"Should we help you to the couch now, hyung?" Jonghyun shook his head before he crawled his way to the beloved couch.
"You're such a sissy," he heard Key mutter behind him, and Jonghyun blew a raspberry, settling onto his seat.
Onew and Minho walked out of the living room, laughing childishly behind their hands. The shorter boy smacked Minho on the arm as he hissed out, "You didn't have to."
And again, Minho only smiled, "Don't worry about it. Something as simple as this will breeze over quickly."
"Yeah, I don't think so, Choi Minho," Jonghyun cried out from the living room. And the two continued laughing, hands unconsciously linking as they acknowledged themselves as accomplices in crime.
-
*I really did read a letter that said that.
I enjoyed doing this, a lot. It was really entertaining, writing about all of these couples. I forced myself to follow a format and theme, hopefully you managed to pick it up. Comments are *always* appreciated ♥