Hero
Title: Hero
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: G - drabble
Summary: ): Poor Onew. Watching him go through all the Lucifer stuff... voice cracks, falling. ... Well, I'm sure we all have our own opinons on why/how but I don't care about that. Anyway I wrote this after I watched the last performance. Kinda sad but with a bit of a happy ending~
Oh and this is the fall I'm talking about here.
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He really worked way too hard for his own good.
Things had been going perfect - they were lip syncing so they could have a better grip of the choreography and give a charged performance. And he had been perfect as well - smiling and hitting his points and even giving Minho a hi-five as they passed.
But as soon as he fell it was like a switch was flipped
Before, whenever Onew fell he would bounce right back up - another reason for his tofu nickname. He would bounce right up, smile and keep giong. But this time when he fell it was completely different. As he pulled himself up he took his time, he seemed to curse under his breath as he slouched a bit before plugging himself back into the routine and that switch was flipped, that switch that made everyone take it down a notch.
Onew worked way too hard for his own good in trying to be the best leader of Korea's current number one boy band.
And it broke Taemin's heart to watch the leader fall like that, and his broken heart got ripped into a million more pieces as Onew seemed to be more winded from the fall than he let on. The rest of the dance was sloppy and as they were being shuffled off stage, everyone was hovering nervously as they awaited their manager.
And their manager came and went, Onew's head hanging in shame and embarrassment and probably a bit of anger. The hyungs pat the leader on the shoulder and murmured soft words of encouragement before heading backstage to get changed, but Taemin lingered.
Onew must not have noticed, since he turned around and pounded his fist into the wall, a choked sob leaving his barely parted lips. His shoulder leaned against the abused wall and he turned, his back sliding down the length of it until he was on the floor in the corridor, feet sprawled out in front of him and head tilted back against the laquered wall, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he looked up at the cieling.
He just looked... broken.
And that was the final straw for Taemin.
He meandered over slowly, leaning against the wall and then carefully sliding himself down until he was sitting next to his hyung, shoulder to shoulder. Onew seemed vaguely surprised by Taemin's presence, his head turning as he finally registered that he wasn't alone. Taemin's heart leapt up into his throat when Onew glanced over, gravity taking its toll on those unshed tears a few hot drops of liquid slid out of Onew's eyes and down his cheeks.
"Taeminnie..."
Taemin shook his head and reached up to gently swipe his thumb under Onew's eyes, collecting the tears and wiping them on his pants. The maknae offered a small smile and he couldn't really think of anything to say. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to Onew during the Lucifer promotions and it probably wouldn't be the last, because Onew was determined, he was driven and he wanted to prove to the world that SHINee could kick ass and then some.
But even kickass boy bands needed a break.
That included their leader.
"Hyung," Taemin said softly and Onew blinked slowly, another hot fat tear sliding down his cheek. Taemin didn't wipe it away; he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jinki's forehead before he rested his own against it, not caring that they were both sweaty and gross. "Don't cry, hyung..."
It was unsettling to see the leader so wrecked, so broken and ruined like this. He was always smiling, always composed, sometimes he didn't have the right words to say but he could cover it up easily enough with that sunny, perfect smile. But he wasn't smiling, his lips were quivering and fighting, torn between tugging down or grimacing into a straight line.
"Hyung," Taemin said again, pulling back to cup both of Onew's cheeks in his warm hands. "Please."
Onew closed his shining eyes and a few more tears escaped before a sob left those quivering lips, the leader leaning forward and burying his face into Taemin's chest. The maknae blinked in surprise before he wrapped his arms around the leader and pressed his cheek into that soft head of hair, closing his eyes and feeling them start to sting as well. He could do nothing but whisper soft words, sweet nothings as Onew cursed into his shirt - cursed himself, cursed the choreography, cursed their manager, but mainly cursing himself - and Onew was clutching onto the white fabric as if it could save his life. Maybe it could.
Maybe Taemin could.
Onew wasn't dying, no, at least not physically. His pride had taken a blow and maybe that was worse than actually dying for him, as a leader. He was making a lot of mistakes lately, he had so much stuff just clouding up over his head, a dark black thunder cloud that was getting ready to rain down on him with lightning and everything.
Huddled against the wall in an abandoned corridor backstage at the concert, the maknae held the leader and comforted him, rocking them back and forth gently, hands running up and down Onew's spine in a soothing motion.
After a while Onew pulled back and wiped at his face, getting rid of the tears and the snot and he glanced up at Taemin with puffy red eyes, swollen to nearly twice their size and he looked so old, he looked so brittle and Taemin smiled softly, running his thumb over Onew's bottom lip.
Onew needed him. Taemin could see that. Taemin needed Onew... They all needed Onew. But Taemin needed Onew especially, the maknae would always need the leader and vice versa, to balance each other out and offer advice when they needed it and really... perhaps the bond between a maknae and a leader was stronger than a dongsaeng and a hyung.
"Jinki..." Taemin said softly, and Onew's eyes brightened a bit with the use of his name. Taemin brushed back some stray strands of the older man's hair and Taemin may be young, and he may be naive, but after tonights' events - the dance, the aftermath, the crying - Taemin knew one thing for sure, and it was the same thing that he knew from the beginning since he laid eyes on Jinki.
"You're my hero."
And with those words it was like a weight was lifted off Onew's chest; the leader leaned forward and gently pressed his swollen lips to Taemin's, the slide hesitant and soft, thanking and loving and appreciating all at once.
"No..." Onew finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from crying, as he murmured softly against Taemin's lips. "You're my hero."
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: G - drabble
Summary: ): Poor Onew. Watching him go through all the Lucifer stuff... voice cracks, falling. ... Well, I'm sure we all have our own opinons on why/how but I don't care about that. Anyway I wrote this after I watched the last performance. Kinda sad but with a bit of a happy ending~
Oh and this is the fall I'm talking about here.
--
He really worked way too hard for his own good.
Things had been going perfect - they were lip syncing so they could have a better grip of the choreography and give a charged performance. And he had been perfect as well - smiling and hitting his points and even giving Minho a hi-five as they passed.
But as soon as he fell it was like a switch was flipped
Before, whenever Onew fell he would bounce right back up - another reason for his tofu nickname. He would bounce right up, smile and keep giong. But this time when he fell it was completely different. As he pulled himself up he took his time, he seemed to curse under his breath as he slouched a bit before plugging himself back into the routine and that switch was flipped, that switch that made everyone take it down a notch.
Onew worked way too hard for his own good in trying to be the best leader of Korea's current number one boy band.
And it broke Taemin's heart to watch the leader fall like that, and his broken heart got ripped into a million more pieces as Onew seemed to be more winded from the fall than he let on. The rest of the dance was sloppy and as they were being shuffled off stage, everyone was hovering nervously as they awaited their manager.
And their manager came and went, Onew's head hanging in shame and embarrassment and probably a bit of anger. The hyungs pat the leader on the shoulder and murmured soft words of encouragement before heading backstage to get changed, but Taemin lingered.
Onew must not have noticed, since he turned around and pounded his fist into the wall, a choked sob leaving his barely parted lips. His shoulder leaned against the abused wall and he turned, his back sliding down the length of it until he was on the floor in the corridor, feet sprawled out in front of him and head tilted back against the laquered wall, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he looked up at the cieling.
He just looked... broken.
And that was the final straw for Taemin.
He meandered over slowly, leaning against the wall and then carefully sliding himself down until he was sitting next to his hyung, shoulder to shoulder. Onew seemed vaguely surprised by Taemin's presence, his head turning as he finally registered that he wasn't alone. Taemin's heart leapt up into his throat when Onew glanced over, gravity taking its toll on those unshed tears a few hot drops of liquid slid out of Onew's eyes and down his cheeks.
"Taeminnie..."
Taemin shook his head and reached up to gently swipe his thumb under Onew's eyes, collecting the tears and wiping them on his pants. The maknae offered a small smile and he couldn't really think of anything to say. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to Onew during the Lucifer promotions and it probably wouldn't be the last, because Onew was determined, he was driven and he wanted to prove to the world that SHINee could kick ass and then some.
But even kickass boy bands needed a break.
That included their leader.
"Hyung," Taemin said softly and Onew blinked slowly, another hot fat tear sliding down his cheek. Taemin didn't wipe it away; he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jinki's forehead before he rested his own against it, not caring that they were both sweaty and gross. "Don't cry, hyung..."
It was unsettling to see the leader so wrecked, so broken and ruined like this. He was always smiling, always composed, sometimes he didn't have the right words to say but he could cover it up easily enough with that sunny, perfect smile. But he wasn't smiling, his lips were quivering and fighting, torn between tugging down or grimacing into a straight line.
"Hyung," Taemin said again, pulling back to cup both of Onew's cheeks in his warm hands. "Please."
Onew closed his shining eyes and a few more tears escaped before a sob left those quivering lips, the leader leaning forward and burying his face into Taemin's chest. The maknae blinked in surprise before he wrapped his arms around the leader and pressed his cheek into that soft head of hair, closing his eyes and feeling them start to sting as well. He could do nothing but whisper soft words, sweet nothings as Onew cursed into his shirt - cursed himself, cursed the choreography, cursed their manager, but mainly cursing himself - and Onew was clutching onto the white fabric as if it could save his life. Maybe it could.
Maybe Taemin could.
Onew wasn't dying, no, at least not physically. His pride had taken a blow and maybe that was worse than actually dying for him, as a leader. He was making a lot of mistakes lately, he had so much stuff just clouding up over his head, a dark black thunder cloud that was getting ready to rain down on him with lightning and everything.
Huddled against the wall in an abandoned corridor backstage at the concert, the maknae held the leader and comforted him, rocking them back and forth gently, hands running up and down Onew's spine in a soothing motion.
After a while Onew pulled back and wiped at his face, getting rid of the tears and the snot and he glanced up at Taemin with puffy red eyes, swollen to nearly twice their size and he looked so old, he looked so brittle and Taemin smiled softly, running his thumb over Onew's bottom lip.
Onew needed him. Taemin could see that. Taemin needed Onew... They all needed Onew. But Taemin needed Onew especially, the maknae would always need the leader and vice versa, to balance each other out and offer advice when they needed it and really... perhaps the bond between a maknae and a leader was stronger than a dongsaeng and a hyung.
"Jinki..." Taemin said softly, and Onew's eyes brightened a bit with the use of his name. Taemin brushed back some stray strands of the older man's hair and Taemin may be young, and he may be naive, but after tonights' events - the dance, the aftermath, the crying - Taemin knew one thing for sure, and it was the same thing that he knew from the beginning since he laid eyes on Jinki.
"You're my hero."
And with those words it was like a weight was lifted off Onew's chest; the leader leaned forward and gently pressed his swollen lips to Taemin's, the slide hesitant and soft, thanking and loving and appreciating all at once.
"No..." Onew finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from crying, as he murmured softly against Taemin's lips. "You're my hero."