Be Careful What You Wish For - a one-shot for my pencils~
pairing:: OnHyun / JongYu [whatever you want to call it ._.]
rating:: I don’t know…I’m bad at rating things -_-
genre:: fluffy crack @ _ @;;
word count:: 2,224
author’s note:: girl!Jjong …other than that, I don’t know…enjoy? Hope this makes up for those pencils and all of the star paper :OOO
Sometimes…I just wish I could be different. I wish I could be special. I wish someone would love me…
“Jonghyun…wake up. I think Key is making breakfast.” SHINee’s leader said, reaching up to the top bunk bed and prodding the still sleeping second oldest. There was no reaction.
“Jonghyuuunn! Wake up…I’m hungry.” Onew complained, jabbing Jonghyun hard in the side. A childish whine emitted from the sheets.
“If you don’t get up, I’m gonna leave and go by myself.” He said finally, and turned for the door.
The lump beneath the covers finally moved. “Hyung…don’t go without me.” said a voice that Onew never would have anticipated hearing from Jonghyun in his life. Onew spun around, startled and wide-eyed.
Jonghyun coughed to clear his throat. “I sound funny…hyung? Do I look sick to you?” The girl sitting in Jonghyun’s bed, still half-covered by blankets, blinked at Onew in confusion.
“J---J---JONGHYUN??!?!?!” Onew gawked, completely appalled by the sight.
“Yeah…it’s me Onew…what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The girl that claimed to be Jonghyun frowned, not understanding Onew’s reaction.
The boy just shook his head in disbelief. It couldn’t be possible…but that girl…it was---
“Jonghee…” Onew said aloud, almost to himself. “You…it’s JONGHEE.” He said, at a loss for other words.
“What?!” Jonghyun’s voice squeaked a bit as it rose sharply, posing the incredulous question.
“J---Jonghee. But this time, it’s not a wig, and you’re…you’re actually a GIRL.”
The still sleepy Jonghyun climbed down from the top bunk, and Onew stepped back from him as if he carried some kind of contagious disease.
“Onew! What’s wrong??” his dongsaeng protested with a pout and a whine. Giving up on explanation, the leader pushed the new Jonghyun over to the mirror. His…or rather, her eyes shot wide open at the image…the slender, gently curved figure in the reflection did the same. Mimicking Jonghyun’s every move, the girl touched her hips…her hair…her face…
And then Jonghyun and the girl screamed simultaneously.
Onew smothered Jonghyun’s mouth with his hand, trying to keep the matter from reaching the other members for the moment.
Meanwhile, Key and Minho paused in the kitchen. Frying pan in hand, Key frowned in annoyance.
“Morning sex?” Minho asked, curious to see if Key was thinking the same.
“Either Onew hurt Jonghyun really bad, or that was the gayest orgy I have ever heard in my life…” He shook his head in disapproval and took the eggs out of the refrigerator.
Taemin rushed into the kitchen from the living room. “AHHHwhathappenedwhathappened??!?” he said with flailing arms. “Who screamed??”
Key sighed. “Don’t pay attention to them, Taeminnie…here, Omma will make you breakfast~”
Minho chuckled and set the table.
Back in the bedroom, Jonghyun finally escaped from Onew’s grasp and just stood there, speechless and staring at how his pajama shirt hung loosely over his skinny frame.
“What is this?!?! What are these???” Jonghyun squealed indignantly, gaping at his chest in bewilderment. Onew couldn’t help but stare as well.
“YAH! BYUNTAE!” Jonghyun shrieked, crossing his arms in an attempt to hide his new femininity. With flailing arms, Onew rushed into the kitchen and nearly crashed into the counter.
“KEY, WHERE IS THE BRA THAT WE USED THE OTHER NIGHT?!?!?”
“In that box at the bottom of the closet…” Key answered absent-mindedly, serving Taemin his scrambled eggs. “WaitwaitwaitWHAT???” he said finally, but Onew had already flailed away.
“I see where Taeminnie gets his spazziness from…” Minho said, watching Onew as he took off back into the bedroom.
“Now I REALLY don’t want to know what they’re doing…” Key sighed, and Taemin just looked completely oblivious, pouring ketchup onto his scrambled eggs and humming “Juliette”.
Onew dug through the closet until he found the magical box. He found the bra and handed it to Jonghyun with a look of success on his face.
“…Hyung? …why do you have this?” Jonghyun asked, looking over the undergarment with a puzzled expression.
“Well the other night…Key and I---WAIT. NO. You don’t need to know that. Just put it on for your own sake.”
Onew turned away to give his dongsaeng privacy, but it was to no use, because Jonghyun ended up calling him for assistance anyway.
“Onew? Umm…help?” Jonghyun asked; his arms were tangled in the straps.
The elder sighed. “You don’t know how to work a bra??”
“NO. What do you take me for?? It’s not my fault if I haven’t had practice!” Jonghyun spat angrily as Onew helped him out of the tangled mess.
“…wow. Yours are really small, Jonghee. AH! I mean…Jonghyun…” Onew noted, correcting himself hastily. It was hard for him to remember that the girl in front of him was actually his eldest dongsaeng.
“Then stop staring, you pervert. And help me get this on. What were you expecting? I’m not Hyori.” Jonghyun said bitterly.
“…why are you so defensive, Jonghyunnie??”
“Hyung, do you like girls?”
“What??”
“Answer me honestly. Do you like girls?”
“Well…you know I like guys, Jonghyun…”
“That’s not the question, Onew.”
“…well…I mean…I think girls are pretty…but, I don’t know…it’s not the same---“
“Just answer the freaking question!”
“Can’t I like both??”
Jonghyun frowned and went to find some clothes from the closet without a word.
“Jonghyun…what’s wrong?” Onew asked, and the younger member sighed.
“Onew…even now that I’m a girl, no one likes me.”
“Jonghyun…don’t say things like that.”
“No one ever likes me. Not even the rest of our SHINee members. I’m always the excluded one! Minho has Taemin, and then Key is always keeping you to himself! He’s so stingy. Can’t he see that---“ Jonghyun stopped himself midsentence and turned away.
“See what?” Onew asked, putting a hand on Jonghyun’s shoulder.
“…that I like you too, hyung.” The girl faced him again, and Onew had to convince himself that she was actually Jonghyun for the umpteenth time that morning.
“Jonghyun…don’t think that no one likes you…we all do!” the leader tried giving him a small smile, but it wasn’t very effective.
“It’s not good to lie, hyung. I need to get some clothes on. Excuse me.” Jonghyun said abruptly, brushing Onew off and heading back to the closet.
“Good thing our clothes are always so tight…” the girl Jonghyun muttered, picking out some skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
But as Jonghyun was about to change into a fresh pair of boxers, he screamed once again.
“What?? What’s wrong??” Onew asked, panicked.
“HYUNG IT’S GONE!!! OH MY GOD IT’S GONE!!!” Jonghyun wailed as he/she discovered that his manhood was missing from his pants.
“Wait…” Onew dug through the box again until he found a pair of women’s underwear and gave it to his distressed friend.
“Why do you have lingerie??” Jonghyun asked, bewildered.
“Don’t ask. They’re clean. Just wear them…besides, wearing men’s underwear would be uncomfortable for you, right?”
Jonghyun put them on, and looked in the mirror.
“…This is so uncomfortable. I’M. A. GIRL.” He lingered for a bit and then after tearing his gaze from the reflection, he put on the clothes he had pulled out earlier. Onew followed him into the bathroom, where the girl Jonghyun washed her face and brushed out her hair.
“I’m hungry.” Onew said finally, and the two went into the kitchen.
Taemin was the first to notice. The fork dropped from his mouth and clattered against the plate loudly.
“MMPRHNNYUNGBRGRRLMM!!!” he exclaimed, his cheeks bulging with the last of his scrambled eggs.
“Taeminnie, don’t talk with your mouth full…swallow and try saying that over again.” Key said, shaking his head at the maknae.
“ONEW-HYUNG BROUGHT A GIRL HOME!!!” he said, flailing once again and pointing at Onew and Jonghyun.
Key and Minho could do nothing but stare.
“ONEW. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!? Do you know what this means?! If this gets out, this could be the end of our career!! This---this---“ Key spazzed out while Minho remained calm, but curious.
“Jonghyun-hyung?” he asked, and the girl Jonghyun nodded.
“Morning.” He, she, said, and went over to serve herself some breakfast.
“WHAAAAAT??” Key asked in astonishment, while Taemin giggled.
“Jonghyunnie makes a pretty noona~ ‘Noona neomu yeppo~~~’” the maknae sang, while Key sat there dumbfounded.
“Ok, what is going on here??”
“I woke up, and I was a girl. Ask Onew-hyung.” Jonghyun said, and Onew nodded as he ate.
“Whoa…it sounds weird when a girl says ‘hyung’…” Minho said, blinking in surprise.
“Maybe because we’re so used to hearing them scream ‘OPPA OPPA’ all the time…” Key said, unable to stop staring at Jonghyun.
“…I’m still me, you guys…you’re staring as if you’ve never seen a girl before.” Jonghyun frowned.
“Aww~ Jonghyun-noona is so aegyo~! Like an uljjang!” Taemin said, smiling with his own aegyo charms.
“He looks the same to me…except, it’s a little different. Essentially, his face is the same, eyes, nose, lips…but there’s just something else there…he looks softer, more delicate.” Minho noted.
“And his hair is long…and soft…and silky…and shiny…and nice…” Key said, shooting his elder an envious glare.
“I think he’s pretty~ Like Juliette~” Taemin said, tracing the figure of ‘Juliette’ in the air and beginning to dance.
Besides Taemin’s soft humming, there was a very awkward silence.
“Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore.” Jonghyun stood up and went back to the bedroom.
“Jonghyunnie…” Onew left the table and followed him.
“Well that was weird.” Key muttered.
“Just this much!” Taemin said, holding up the space between his index finger and his thumb.
Back in the bedroom, Jonghyun was found in front of the mirror again.
“Hyung…why me?”
“Jonghyun…”
“No one likes me. Not even now that I’m a girl. They don’t see me as…me. I’m just like, another girl that doesn’t really mean anything…”
“Why are you like this? Stop saying these things…they’re not true.”
“B---but Onew…” lip trembling, Jonghyun finally broke down and threw his arms around his hyung, and cried like it was the end of the world.
“This---is---TERRIBLE. W-what if---I’m stuck---like this---forever?!?” The girl that was Jonghyun sobbed in Onew’s arms, drenching his shoulder in tears, and there wasn’t anything he could do but pat his back in an attempt at being comforting.
“No matter what happens, I’ll always love you, Jonghyun.”
Jonghyun wiped his teary eyes and sniffed. “Do you really mean it, hyung??”
“Of course~” he said gently, and to seal his promise, Onew kissed him.
“Hyung…” Jonghyun said, blushing, and his elder grinned.
“If it’s any consolation, you kiss the same~” he said, and Jonghyun gave him a soft smile.
And to their surprise, a cat appeared at the window.
“Hey, doesn’t that look like Heebum?” Onew noted, blinking in confusion.
“Heechul-hyung’s cat?”
“Yeah…”
“YAH. JONGHYUUUNNN. WAKE UP.” The cat said, and Jonghyun jumped.
“EEK! Hyung save me!” Jonghyun was about to hide behind Onew, but he realized that Onew had already hidden behind him.
“OH MY GOD IT JUST TALKED!!” he said, wide-eyed and clinging to Jonghyun’s shoulder.
“Look! A distraction!” Heebum said, pointing behind the two, and they turned around.
Taemin bonked Jonghyun over the head with one of those squeaky hammers, and Jonghyun collapsed into Onew’s arms, unconscious.
“Wait, WHUT?” Onew looked back and forth between Taemin and Heebum, and the two shrugged.
………
“Jonghyun…wake up. I think Key is making breakfast.” Onew shook the lump under the covers, and received a grunt in reply.
“Jonghyuuunn! Wake up…I’m hungry.” Onew pouted, and resorted to poking the sleeping figure.
“♪Andwaeyo andwaeyo geureoke gajimayo~♪” Jonghyun sang softly in his sleep.
“AGGHH!” Onew pulled of the covers in retaliation, and his dongsaeng curled up into a ball at the cold. Suddenly, he shot up in bed, scaring Onew a bit. Jonghyun’s hands flew to his head, checking the length of his messy bed hair, and he took a glance down his boxers. Everything was there, and anything that shouldn’t have been there wasn’t. What a relief.
What a terrible, terrible dream.
“Jonghyunnie…are you ok this morning?? You’re acting a little weird…” Onew looked at him warily.
“Hyung, do I look any different to you??” he asked after descending from the top bunk.
“Umm…no? Can we eat now? I’m hungry.”
“Hyung…are you sure??”
“Positive. I’m starving.”
“Gah, no…I mean, there’s nothing different at all?” Jonghyun examined himself in the mirror.
“Jonghyuuunn…could you be vain at a different time? Let’s go eat breakfast nooowww.” Onew said, whining like a little kid.
“Onew-hyung…can I ask you something first?” Jonghyun said uneasily.
“Sure. What is it?”
“What would you do if I was a girl?”
“…well, I would probably flail like the world was going to end…and then after that? I’m not sure…”
“I mean…would your feelings for me change? In any way?”
“Of course not. No matter what you look like, girl or guy, monster or alien, I’d still feel just the same.”
It was an awkward answer, and Jonghyun just stood there, blinking.
“Umm…”
“What I mean to say is, I’ll love you no matter what~” Onew said to clear everything up.
“Really?”
Onew kissed his forehead. “Really! CAN WE EAT NOW??”
Jonghyun grinned and nodded. Even though Minho might have had Taemin, and Key hogged Onew all to himself most of the time, it didn’t matter. Key could be jealous all he wanted. Because Onew loved Jonghyun, and he said it himself.
And that was all that really mattered.