Rainbow Pants
Title: Rainbow Pants
Pairing: OnKey in the beginning, more of OT5? There isn't really a pairing though :O
Rating: PG for language
Genre: Crack
Summary: Key is ill. Chaos ensues.
Jinki woke to the sound of Jonghyun's whining.
When Jonghyun whined, it was like a hungry kitten. You felt sorry and it was cute, but after constantly hearing it, it would piss you off.
Still half-asleep, he reaches across his bed, his palm coming in contact with warm skin.
Beside him, Key moaned.
Jinki wakes up some more, this time with a naughty smile. He checks the other inhabitants of the room, and sees that they were the only ones still in bed.
He crawls closer to Key, cuddling the younger boy and pressing kisses on his neck. Key moans some more, and Jinki gets more excited. (Key rarely granted him morning sex, stating that he did not want Taeminnie exposed to such vulgar sights so early in the morning.)
Jinki is so preoccupied with his foreplay that he doesn't notice Key's flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes. (He automatically assumes these as signs of arousal.) He's moving south when Key shakes him weakly. He looks up.
"Jinki."
"Hmm?" Key looks a bit green.
"I feel like shit."
Key pukes all over him.
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"40 degrees."
Jinki (now vomit-free) nods, his face grim as their manager-hyung tucks the blanket more securely under Key's chin. Key moans in his sleep, muttering something like "Need to make breakfast...", as expected of the SHINee's umma.
"I'm so hungryyy--" Jonghyun's whining has reached its peak, and can be heard all the way from the kitchen.
"Kibum-umma's still not up?" Jinki hears Taemin say, the maknae's tone clearly stating his surprise. After all, it was nearly 8 am on a Saturday morning, and there was still no breakfast on the table.
"Will he--will he be alright?" Jinki asks worriedly. Manager-hyung nods, patting him on the shoulder.
"He'll be fine as long as he stays in bed for at least the whole day."
Jinki thanks their manager-hyung, before making his way to the small gathering in the kitchen. The three younger boys look up brightly, only to sigh in disappointment when they see who it is.
"Where's Kibum? I'm so hungry--" Jonghyun whine is cut mid-sentence by Jinki, who quickly shushes him.
"Okay guys." Jinki assumes a serious pose. "I've got bad news for everybody." He hesitates for a second, before blurting out the news. "Kibum's ill."
For a second, no one speaks.
"What do you mean, ill?" Jonghyun was obviously not inclined to believe it. Even Minho and Taemin look doubtful, and frankly, Jinki couldn't blame them. "Ill as in 'bad mood'? Aish, somebody cheer him up, I want some breakfast--"
"No, I mean ill as in he has a fever." Silence reigns again. In the SHINee household, 'Key' and 'sick' were never associated with each other. Every other member could suffer all sorts of illness, but not Key, because he was almighty, he was invincible.
Key was supposed to be too good for illness.
From the state of things, obviously not. Jinki sighs.
"Now what I'm thinking is, what the hell are we supposed to do?" The four boys stare at each other with a growing sense of dread.
Surely they can survive a day without Key.
Right?
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First things first, they needed some breakfast.
Jinki stood in front of the stove, his shoulders slumped with defeat. Key had already permanently banned him from the kitchen, saying his clumsiness will be the death of them all, and he really hadn't wanted to cook, but...
Jonghyun wouldn't be able to fry an egg to save his life, Taemin had given him a baffled look (with a cheerful, "what are those, hyung?") when he presented the frying pan and spatula, and Minho was secretly a pyromaniac.
And so Jinki was stuck with the job. He cracked four eggs on the pan, putting up his hands defensively when they began to spit. He clutched the spatula as if his life depended on it, watching the eggs frying. So far, so good...
Wait, was he supposed to put cooking oil first? He couldn't quite remember.
And was the fire supposed to be a bit weaker? The fire looks a bit orange, when Key does it it's always blue...
Jinki waits a few more seconds before he remembers to flip the eggs. He tries to scrape one, but it won't come off.
He tries some more, and doesn't notice that the eggs are rapidly turning black and the kitchen is beginning to fill with smoke.
Jonghyun comes past, sniffing with a frown. "Hyung...?" His eyes widen at the sight of the kitchen enveloped in thick smoke. "Hyung, I think something's burning...!"
The smoke alarm goes ballistic.
Luckily, the bedroom is sound-proof and Key is undisturbed. Taemin and Minho open the windows, coughing the whole time, while Jonghyun turns off the stove and Jinki fans the smoking frying pan.
The four boys stare at the blackened remains of their breakfast.
"Jinki-hyung, it doesn't look like that when Kibum-umma makes it." Jonghyun rolled his eyes at the maknae's obvious statement.
"Uh..." Jinki grins sheepishly. "Burnt omelette, anyone?" Jonghyun quickly grabs the phone.
"I'm ordering takeaway."
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Minho couldn't quite remember the last time he'd ironed anything. Possibly never. He stares at the appliance in his hand then at the stack of clothes he needed to do.
It couldn't be that bad, surely.
Gingerly, he turns on the iron, nearly dropping it in surprise when it began to steam. He stares at it, mesmerized for a second, then shook his head to clear it.
He takes a pink shirt, the first in the stack (he absently notices that it is Key's favourite shirt) and spreads it on the ironing board. Here goes nothing, he thinks.
It's all going well, the wrinkles seem to be disappearing which was the whole purpose of the exercise, he thinks to himself. Suddenly, he frowns.
He needs the toilet.
He looks down at the iron, then at the bathroom door which is only a few meters away. Surely he can leave it just a little bit, and he'll be back in a few seconds.
He quickly hurries off, leaving the steaming iron smack in the middle of Key's favourite shirt. Face-down. Steaming.
Minho stays longer in the toilet than expected, and Jinki comes past. He sees the smoking iron, and his eyes widen. He quickly pulls the iron off just as Minho comes back from the toilet.
Both boys stare dumbfoundedly as Jinki holds Key's favourite shirt up.
Key's shirt suffered fourth-degree burns that day.
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Taemin had never seen so many buttons and dials in his life.
He chewed worriedly on his lower lip as he stared at the washing machine. He'd tried reading the instructions but it was like reading a foreign language.
Key-umma had tried teaching him how to do this before (in case of emergency, his umma had said) but Taemin wasn't really listening, and now it was an emergency and he didn't have a clue.
Without thought to what he was doing, he stuffed in his bright red hoodie, threw in Minho-hyung's white pants, added Jinki-hyung's brand new jeans, along with Jonghyun-hyung's yellow hoodie and Key-umma's purple shirt. He found a compartment that seemed like the place for the soap, and threw in a good amount.
He wiped his brow, smiling sunnily. That wasn't too bad, he thought cheerfully, shutting the washing machine absently with his leg. He doesn't notice (till later) that he hadn't closed it properly.
He turns the dial on a random direction, and turns it on. He skips off, happy with his first experience with the washing machine.
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Jonghyun considers the stack of plates in front of him.
"How was it again? First, fill the tub with hot water, then put some soap, then soak it?" he asks absently. Jinki and Minho don't answer, both still traumatized from their chores. Taemin bounces in, as cheerful as always. "Taeminnie, do you know how to do this?"
"Hmm? No~" Jonghyun sighs in despair. Well, everyone else had done their job, he needed to do his too. He turned on the tap, and waited for the tub to fill. He then squirted an ample amount of dishwashing liquid, and gingerly lowered the plates.
"So far so good," he mutters to himself. Slowly but surely, he picks one soapy plate up, his sponge ready.
"Oh, excuse me for a second hyung," Taemin appears out of nowhere, bending to take something from the cupboard beneath the sink. Jonghyun jumps in suprise, and the plate he held goes flying.
The four boys wince when the plate hits the floor and shatters.
"Oops...?" Jonghyun laughs nervously. He bumps on a glass and it breaks too. Jinki smacks his palm on his face.
To try to prevent further accidents, Jonghyun is helped by Minho, while Jinki cleans up the broken glass on the floor. Taemin is ordered to sit still.
Everything is going fine until Jinki goes to the bathroom. He doesn't notice the puddle on the floor until he slips on it, falling flat on his ass. He sighs, used to his clumsiness, but then notices that the floor is wet. "Did somebody spill something here...?" He follows the source of the puddle, and notices that it's coming from the laundry room.
Just then, Taemin appears out of nowhere again, walking past him towards the laundry room. "I'm gonna check to see if the laundry's done~"
Taemin opens the door, and a sea of water erupts.
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"You didn't shut it properly, did you." Taemin sniffs.
"I-I'm sorry, Jinki-hyung--" Jinki holds up a hand. He was nearly reaching the end of his tether. He was tired, he was desperate, and he was so damn wet and cold, and he was now beginning to realize how valuable Key really is.
He picks up a limp sock from his shoulder, and absently notices that it's pink. He's sure it was white before. "Does anybody own any pink socks...?"
"EH? My hoodie turned pink!" Taemin's startled exclamation was followed by Jonghyun's gasp.
"What the hell?" Jonghyun holds up his yellow hoodie which now had blue streaks from Jinki's jeans. Minho stares blankly at his previously-white pants that now had the colours of a rainbow.
"Okay, everyone calm down," Jinki quickly said when he saw the murderous thoughts on Jonghyun and Minho's eyes. "Let's clean this up first, okay? Just before Kibum wakes up--"
Just then, the bedroom door opens.
"Guys, I'm feeling slightly better now--what the fuck?"
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Key wakes up, slowly sitting up on the bed, breathing out a sigh of relief when the world doesn't spin uncontrollably. He still feels like crap, but he can't help but worry about how the others were managing without him.
He wobbles out of bed, scrubbing a hand on his face. They better be keeping the house clean, he thinks to himself, or else somebody will die. With renewed determination, he makes his way to the door.
"Guys, I'm feeling slightly better now--" He stops mid-sentence at the sight that greets him. Even the illness had no defense against his sudden rage. "What the fuck?"
It was like a bad play; the four other boys stood frozen at his entrance, and he is too stunned to say a word. He wobbles forward, somehow hoping that this was all a bad dream.
Wet laundry, mismatching colours. He sees the pile of ironing, and shakily holds up his favourite pink shirt with its burn in front.
Still holding his shirt, he moves to the kitchen, and sees the broken glass on the floor. The black omelette on the pan.
Meanwhile, the four other boys had recovered from their shock, and were hissing at each other.
"Jinki-hyung, I'm scared--"
"Hyung, you have to talk to Kibum--"
"What, why me? You do it, Jjong--"
"No way!"
The silent Minho was slowly edging away, sensing an inevitable catastrophe. Key was still frozen, his mouth hanging open.
Jinki is once again the sacrificial lamb (much to his dismay), and he steps forward nervously, inwardly wanting to scream "Traitors!" at the other boys. He clears his throat, keeping his distance from Key.
"U-Um, K-K-Kibummie?"
Key slowly turns, and everyone shudders.
Death was inevitable.
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A high pitched scream echoes in the SM dorm building.
The two manager-hyungs of SHINee look up from their afternoon tea, blinking curiously.
"Was that Taemin?"
"No, it sounded like Jjong."
"Oh, I see." They sipped their tea calmly, before nodding to each other with a smile.
"Kibum must be better then~"
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The ending was a bit fail, I didn't actually know how to end it XD
Comments are loved <333
Pairing: OnKey in the beginning, more of OT5? There isn't really a pairing though :O
Rating: PG for language
Genre: Crack
Summary: Key is ill. Chaos ensues.
Jinki woke to the sound of Jonghyun's whining.
When Jonghyun whined, it was like a hungry kitten. You felt sorry and it was cute, but after constantly hearing it, it would piss you off.
Still half-asleep, he reaches across his bed, his palm coming in contact with warm skin.
Beside him, Key moaned.
Jinki wakes up some more, this time with a naughty smile. He checks the other inhabitants of the room, and sees that they were the only ones still in bed.
He crawls closer to Key, cuddling the younger boy and pressing kisses on his neck. Key moans some more, and Jinki gets more excited. (Key rarely granted him morning sex, stating that he did not want Taeminnie exposed to such vulgar sights so early in the morning.)
Jinki is so preoccupied with his foreplay that he doesn't notice Key's flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes. (He automatically assumes these as signs of arousal.) He's moving south when Key shakes him weakly. He looks up.
"Jinki."
"Hmm?" Key looks a bit green.
"I feel like shit."
Key pukes all over him.
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"40 degrees."
Jinki (now vomit-free) nods, his face grim as their manager-hyung tucks the blanket more securely under Key's chin. Key moans in his sleep, muttering something like "Need to make breakfast...", as expected of the SHINee's umma.
"I'm so hungryyy--" Jonghyun's whining has reached its peak, and can be heard all the way from the kitchen.
"Kibum-umma's still not up?" Jinki hears Taemin say, the maknae's tone clearly stating his surprise. After all, it was nearly 8 am on a Saturday morning, and there was still no breakfast on the table.
"Will he--will he be alright?" Jinki asks worriedly. Manager-hyung nods, patting him on the shoulder.
"He'll be fine as long as he stays in bed for at least the whole day."
Jinki thanks their manager-hyung, before making his way to the small gathering in the kitchen. The three younger boys look up brightly, only to sigh in disappointment when they see who it is.
"Where's Kibum? I'm so hungry--" Jonghyun whine is cut mid-sentence by Jinki, who quickly shushes him.
"Okay guys." Jinki assumes a serious pose. "I've got bad news for everybody." He hesitates for a second, before blurting out the news. "Kibum's ill."
For a second, no one speaks.
"What do you mean, ill?" Jonghyun was obviously not inclined to believe it. Even Minho and Taemin look doubtful, and frankly, Jinki couldn't blame them. "Ill as in 'bad mood'? Aish, somebody cheer him up, I want some breakfast--"
"No, I mean ill as in he has a fever." Silence reigns again. In the SHINee household, 'Key' and 'sick' were never associated with each other. Every other member could suffer all sorts of illness, but not Key, because he was almighty, he was invincible.
Key was supposed to be too good for illness.
From the state of things, obviously not. Jinki sighs.
"Now what I'm thinking is, what the hell are we supposed to do?" The four boys stare at each other with a growing sense of dread.
Surely they can survive a day without Key.
Right?
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First things first, they needed some breakfast.
Jinki stood in front of the stove, his shoulders slumped with defeat. Key had already permanently banned him from the kitchen, saying his clumsiness will be the death of them all, and he really hadn't wanted to cook, but...
Jonghyun wouldn't be able to fry an egg to save his life, Taemin had given him a baffled look (with a cheerful, "what are those, hyung?") when he presented the frying pan and spatula, and Minho was secretly a pyromaniac.
And so Jinki was stuck with the job. He cracked four eggs on the pan, putting up his hands defensively when they began to spit. He clutched the spatula as if his life depended on it, watching the eggs frying. So far, so good...
Wait, was he supposed to put cooking oil first? He couldn't quite remember.
And was the fire supposed to be a bit weaker? The fire looks a bit orange, when Key does it it's always blue...
Jinki waits a few more seconds before he remembers to flip the eggs. He tries to scrape one, but it won't come off.
He tries some more, and doesn't notice that the eggs are rapidly turning black and the kitchen is beginning to fill with smoke.
Jonghyun comes past, sniffing with a frown. "Hyung...?" His eyes widen at the sight of the kitchen enveloped in thick smoke. "Hyung, I think something's burning...!"
The smoke alarm goes ballistic.
Luckily, the bedroom is sound-proof and Key is undisturbed. Taemin and Minho open the windows, coughing the whole time, while Jonghyun turns off the stove and Jinki fans the smoking frying pan.
The four boys stare at the blackened remains of their breakfast.
"Jinki-hyung, it doesn't look like that when Kibum-umma makes it." Jonghyun rolled his eyes at the maknae's obvious statement.
"Uh..." Jinki grins sheepishly. "Burnt omelette, anyone?" Jonghyun quickly grabs the phone.
"I'm ordering takeaway."
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Minho couldn't quite remember the last time he'd ironed anything. Possibly never. He stares at the appliance in his hand then at the stack of clothes he needed to do.
It couldn't be that bad, surely.
Gingerly, he turns on the iron, nearly dropping it in surprise when it began to steam. He stares at it, mesmerized for a second, then shook his head to clear it.
He takes a pink shirt, the first in the stack (he absently notices that it is Key's favourite shirt) and spreads it on the ironing board. Here goes nothing, he thinks.
It's all going well, the wrinkles seem to be disappearing which was the whole purpose of the exercise, he thinks to himself. Suddenly, he frowns.
He needs the toilet.
He looks down at the iron, then at the bathroom door which is only a few meters away. Surely he can leave it just a little bit, and he'll be back in a few seconds.
He quickly hurries off, leaving the steaming iron smack in the middle of Key's favourite shirt. Face-down. Steaming.
Minho stays longer in the toilet than expected, and Jinki comes past. He sees the smoking iron, and his eyes widen. He quickly pulls the iron off just as Minho comes back from the toilet.
Both boys stare dumbfoundedly as Jinki holds Key's favourite shirt up.
Key's shirt suffered fourth-degree burns that day.
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Taemin had never seen so many buttons and dials in his life.
He chewed worriedly on his lower lip as he stared at the washing machine. He'd tried reading the instructions but it was like reading a foreign language.
Key-umma had tried teaching him how to do this before (in case of emergency, his umma had said) but Taemin wasn't really listening, and now it was an emergency and he didn't have a clue.
Without thought to what he was doing, he stuffed in his bright red hoodie, threw in Minho-hyung's white pants, added Jinki-hyung's brand new jeans, along with Jonghyun-hyung's yellow hoodie and Key-umma's purple shirt. He found a compartment that seemed like the place for the soap, and threw in a good amount.
He wiped his brow, smiling sunnily. That wasn't too bad, he thought cheerfully, shutting the washing machine absently with his leg. He doesn't notice (till later) that he hadn't closed it properly.
He turns the dial on a random direction, and turns it on. He skips off, happy with his first experience with the washing machine.
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Jonghyun considers the stack of plates in front of him.
"How was it again? First, fill the tub with hot water, then put some soap, then soak it?" he asks absently. Jinki and Minho don't answer, both still traumatized from their chores. Taemin bounces in, as cheerful as always. "Taeminnie, do you know how to do this?"
"Hmm? No~" Jonghyun sighs in despair. Well, everyone else had done their job, he needed to do his too. He turned on the tap, and waited for the tub to fill. He then squirted an ample amount of dishwashing liquid, and gingerly lowered the plates.
"So far so good," he mutters to himself. Slowly but surely, he picks one soapy plate up, his sponge ready.
"Oh, excuse me for a second hyung," Taemin appears out of nowhere, bending to take something from the cupboard beneath the sink. Jonghyun jumps in suprise, and the plate he held goes flying.
The four boys wince when the plate hits the floor and shatters.
"Oops...?" Jonghyun laughs nervously. He bumps on a glass and it breaks too. Jinki smacks his palm on his face.
To try to prevent further accidents, Jonghyun is helped by Minho, while Jinki cleans up the broken glass on the floor. Taemin is ordered to sit still.
Everything is going fine until Jinki goes to the bathroom. He doesn't notice the puddle on the floor until he slips on it, falling flat on his ass. He sighs, used to his clumsiness, but then notices that the floor is wet. "Did somebody spill something here...?" He follows the source of the puddle, and notices that it's coming from the laundry room.
Just then, Taemin appears out of nowhere again, walking past him towards the laundry room. "I'm gonna check to see if the laundry's done~"
Taemin opens the door, and a sea of water erupts.
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"You didn't shut it properly, did you." Taemin sniffs.
"I-I'm sorry, Jinki-hyung--" Jinki holds up a hand. He was nearly reaching the end of his tether. He was tired, he was desperate, and he was so damn wet and cold, and he was now beginning to realize how valuable Key really is.
He picks up a limp sock from his shoulder, and absently notices that it's pink. He's sure it was white before. "Does anybody own any pink socks...?"
"EH? My hoodie turned pink!" Taemin's startled exclamation was followed by Jonghyun's gasp.
"What the hell?" Jonghyun holds up his yellow hoodie which now had blue streaks from Jinki's jeans. Minho stares blankly at his previously-white pants that now had the colours of a rainbow.
"Okay, everyone calm down," Jinki quickly said when he saw the murderous thoughts on Jonghyun and Minho's eyes. "Let's clean this up first, okay? Just before Kibum wakes up--"
Just then, the bedroom door opens.
"Guys, I'm feeling slightly better now--what the fuck?"
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Key wakes up, slowly sitting up on the bed, breathing out a sigh of relief when the world doesn't spin uncontrollably. He still feels like crap, but he can't help but worry about how the others were managing without him.
He wobbles out of bed, scrubbing a hand on his face. They better be keeping the house clean, he thinks to himself, or else somebody will die. With renewed determination, he makes his way to the door.
"Guys, I'm feeling slightly better now--" He stops mid-sentence at the sight that greets him. Even the illness had no defense against his sudden rage. "What the fuck?"
It was like a bad play; the four other boys stood frozen at his entrance, and he is too stunned to say a word. He wobbles forward, somehow hoping that this was all a bad dream.
Wet laundry, mismatching colours. He sees the pile of ironing, and shakily holds up his favourite pink shirt with its burn in front.
Still holding his shirt, he moves to the kitchen, and sees the broken glass on the floor. The black omelette on the pan.
Meanwhile, the four other boys had recovered from their shock, and were hissing at each other.
"Jinki-hyung, I'm scared--"
"Hyung, you have to talk to Kibum--"
"What, why me? You do it, Jjong--"
"No way!"
The silent Minho was slowly edging away, sensing an inevitable catastrophe. Key was still frozen, his mouth hanging open.
Jinki is once again the sacrificial lamb (much to his dismay), and he steps forward nervously, inwardly wanting to scream "Traitors!" at the other boys. He clears his throat, keeping his distance from Key.
"U-Um, K-K-Kibummie?"
Key slowly turns, and everyone shudders.
Death was inevitable.
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A high pitched scream echoes in the SM dorm building.
The two manager-hyungs of SHINee look up from their afternoon tea, blinking curiously.
"Was that Taemin?"
"No, it sounded like Jjong."
"Oh, I see." They sipped their tea calmly, before nodding to each other with a smile.
"Kibum must be better then~"
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The ending was a bit fail, I didn't actually know how to end it XD
Comments are loved <333