Destination Desperation

Jun 01, 2011 20:35

Title: Destination Desperation
Authors: xi_ni & marusamarento
Pairing: bandfic - 2min - jinki/irrelevant knowledge
Rating: PG-13, mentions of sexual situations
Prompt: Taemin / Key / Are we there yet? (shineegenerator)
Summary: Like Speed, but slow. To Taemin's chagrin.


The rare occasions when SHINee had to get themselves around were never fun and rarely relaxing. This time proved to be no different.
Key whined that he wouldn’t have enough time to fix his makeup if he drove and Taemin was just too young. So that’s how they ended up with Minho cramped behind the wheel of their packed car. He wasn’t a great driver, but better than Jinki, who would otherwise insist on using ferries to reach their destination.

Driving with Jinki was always tempting fate - to crash into a pole, to hit something or someone, to pick up a killer hitchhiker, or to simply end up in the wrong city altogether. Key even had the the photos on his phone of the time they inadvertantly vacationed to the DMZ, including one with Taemin posing with the soldiers, making peace signs without any sense of irony whatsoever.

Taemin was bored; his iPod had given up on life altogether, and Taemin feels like joining it. Sleep was impossible with Minho’s erratic tight turns and sudden sharp stops. Pestering Key, busy texting and mouthing along to the Ke$ha song currently playing, seemed the only source of entertainment currently available.

“Damnit!” said Key, sighing, as the sudden jerking of the vehicle made him send an SMS before he was finished writing out emoticons. “Flaming Charisma, will you just chill out? You’re giving me a tension headache...” He touched his brow melodramatically.

Taemin rolled his eyes. “Holding your own luggage gives you a tension headache, Kibum.” He leant forwards and grinned at Jinki, “Do you think I should check if Minho has ants in his pants?”

Jinki’s expression turned serious. “I hope they’re not fire ants. They can be fatal to some forms of cattle.”

Minho chuckled apologetically behind the wheel and then focused on overtaking a string of cars.

Jinki frowned. “I’ve come to the conclusion, as leader, that Taemin shouldn’t check for insects in Minho’s clothes. If he gets bitten too, we’ll be out two dancers...and...mm...well, after that incident at Inki, Manager-hyung said I wasn’t allowed to dance up front anymore,” He turned to Minho, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “Please stay strong, for SHINee.”

Taemin chewed his fingers while Minho nodded warily. Growing steadily more restless as they passed yet another McDonald’s, he began drumming his fingers on his thigh. Another McDonald’s and a luxury spa resort sped by and he gave in.

“Are we there yet?”

“Oh. My. God.” Key glared at him. “You did not just say that.” He looked at Jinki, “I mean, tell me he didn’t just say that?”

Jinki looked thoughtful for a second, “Did you know... If you draw a line on the ground in front of a chicken, you can hypnotise it? Apparently Will Smith can do so. Do you think he learnt it when he worked as a MIB agent?” He went back to reading his book entitled “Things You Never Knew”.

Key clicked his tongue. “That was just a film. If you don't shut your mouth-hole, they’ll make your life into a made for TV one. And Sulli will be playing you.”

“I know the difference between fiction and reality,” Jinki muttered, then turned quickly to the glossary of his book to check.

Taemin placed his hands on either side of Minho’s headrest. “How long? Are we nearly there?” He gave his hyung an affectionate poke in the neck through the headrest.

“Uh, we’re about-”

“Ok, Taemin. I love you and everything, but I hear enough of that at home- 'Are you close, hyung?' 'Nearly there?'" Key let his head sink into his hands. “You’re as repetitive as our last single.”

Taemin felt his face heating up. He hadn’t known the walls were so thin...

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Minho checked his mirrors. So what if they’d been having some problems lately. It happened to every couple, once in a while, right? Anyway, the Internet said it was nothing to worry about.

He tried to flash Taemin a reassurring smile in the rear view, and when that didn't work, turned up the radio.

“Radio waves can make your hair shinier. Did you know that?”

Key, ignoring his leader, was smirking in Taemin’s direction. He raised his voice to be heard above the radio: - “If you need any tips, I can lend you my Cosmo once I’ve finished reading it.”

“Yo, Kibum.” Minho caught Key’s eye in the mirror, quick, before Taemin had time to react.
“Remember how we discussed inside voices? Now would be a good time...”

Key rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered, and returned to the latest edition of his magazine.

“Is a car technically inside or outside? We’re outside...but inside...” Jinki mused.

Everyone in the car shot Jinki the same brand of incredulous look.

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