drabble; thievery is a double-edged sword, rated G
title: Thievery Is A Double-Edged Sword
rating: G
pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
genre: Fluff
summary: Non-Idol!AU - The irony of Jonghyun's predicament was not lost on him.
length: 746 words
The warm air of the dark home greeted Jonghyun like an old friend as he jumped through an open window, dark cape trailing behind him like a large wing. He smirked as he heard the familiar sound of sirens getting further and further away. I think I've lost them, he murmured to himself.
Lost who?
The brunette boy jumped, almost having a heart attack at the sudden intrusion of noise. It was then that he realized he hadn't leaped into just any room, and that there was a blonde-haired young lad with shining eyes staring holes into him. Jonghyun gulped - he hadn't expected anyone to have been awake in the mansion he had sought asylum in.
Lost who? the boy repeated, eyes wide and tone questioning.
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. Is that really the only question on your mind right now?
What do you mean?
Jonghyun stifled a chuckle. I mean, a stranger did just break into your room. For most people, there would be other things on their minds right now. The blonde boy laughed in response; it was a sound that was musical and light, easy on the ears.
Well, I'm not like most people.
---
His name was Lee Taemin. He was two years younger than eighteen year old Jonghyun, and he had a head that seemed to always be stuck in the clouds.
(So you steal things?
Does that bother you?
You're like a modern day Robin Hood though! Stealing from the wealthy and giving to the poor! What a life!
I guess that's one way of looking at it - You don't see me as a criminal?
You're stealing, and that's a crime, but you do it with good intent. Besides, you wear a cape!
I know, embarrassing, but -
You're like a superhero, Jonghyun. A superhero!)
His blonde hair was dyed against the wishes of his parents (It's my little way of rebelling, he remarked with a wry smile), who happened to be affluent entrepreneurs. There were nights where Jonghyun would target items that had been produced by those entrepreneurs. On such occassions, Taemin would be there to welcome him with his presence. He would play music and show off dance moves he had recently perfected (it's quite the passion of mine, he had remarked idly once). He would attempt to sing, and sometimes Jonghyun would sing along with the younger boy too (why don't you sing more often?). There were times too, where Taemin would simply follow him as he scoured the Lee mansion and offer to make small talk about topics varying from favorite movies to childhood memories.
Eventually, Jonghyun stopped going to the Lee mansion for only working purposes. He began to visit the mansion every night, whether or not there was a task for him there (and more often than not, there were none). At first, he argued with himself that it was only because he had found a valuable safe house where the occupant wouldn't call him out on being a criminal. But as time went on, he realized the very reason why he had started looking forward to his midnight escapades; it always meant a passing visit to a particular blonde's bedroom.
(You know, it's dangerous to always keep your window open.
But if I don't keep it open, you won't be able to hide in here - or come visit me.)
---
Jonghyun wasn't the only one aware of his sudden optimistic outlook on going out at night; his coworker in the "business" was also not immune to his sudden positivity.
Jonghyun, his partner began.
Hmm? The brunette in question looked up, his humming of a popular song halted as he focused in on the taller male. What is it, Minho?
You're looking more and more cheerful these days. Minho grinned and slid an arm around the smaller man's shoulders. What's up? Got a girl somewhere?
Not exactly.
Oh? This doesn't happen to involve the same person who caught sight of you escaping a month ago, does it?
Jonghyun kept his mouth closed as he felt the color rising to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. I don't know what you're talking about.
Minho simply grinned as he retracted his arm and slapped the shorter male playfully on the back. Isn't this a funny turn of events. You left that night with one objective, to steal something. Who would have thought you would return with something of yours stolen instead?
A/N: WHAT IS AN ENDING AND HOW DO I WRITE ONE. OKAY. Well, first off, Merry (belated) Christmas to the Woo to my Gyu (I love you ;3;). This was inspired by the promo video for the KMS Justice patch; if you're curious, you can watch it here.
Oh, and this is un-beta'ed and probably in terrible shape because I wrote this after midnight over the course of this week (fun fact: this used to be 3000+ words long until I gave up on my original storyline t__t), so forgive me.
rating: G
pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
genre: Fluff
summary: Non-Idol!AU - The irony of Jonghyun's predicament was not lost on him.
length: 746 words
The warm air of the dark home greeted Jonghyun like an old friend as he jumped through an open window, dark cape trailing behind him like a large wing. He smirked as he heard the familiar sound of sirens getting further and further away. I think I've lost them, he murmured to himself.
Lost who?
The brunette boy jumped, almost having a heart attack at the sudden intrusion of noise. It was then that he realized he hadn't leaped into just any room, and that there was a blonde-haired young lad with shining eyes staring holes into him. Jonghyun gulped - he hadn't expected anyone to have been awake in the mansion he had sought asylum in.
Lost who? the boy repeated, eyes wide and tone questioning.
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. Is that really the only question on your mind right now?
What do you mean?
Jonghyun stifled a chuckle. I mean, a stranger did just break into your room. For most people, there would be other things on their minds right now. The blonde boy laughed in response; it was a sound that was musical and light, easy on the ears.
Well, I'm not like most people.
---
His name was Lee Taemin. He was two years younger than eighteen year old Jonghyun, and he had a head that seemed to always be stuck in the clouds.
(So you steal things?
Does that bother you?
You're like a modern day Robin Hood though! Stealing from the wealthy and giving to the poor! What a life!
I guess that's one way of looking at it - You don't see me as a criminal?
You're stealing, and that's a crime, but you do it with good intent. Besides, you wear a cape!
I know, embarrassing, but -
You're like a superhero, Jonghyun. A superhero!)
His blonde hair was dyed against the wishes of his parents (It's my little way of rebelling, he remarked with a wry smile), who happened to be affluent entrepreneurs. There were nights where Jonghyun would target items that had been produced by those entrepreneurs. On such occassions, Taemin would be there to welcome him with his presence. He would play music and show off dance moves he had recently perfected (it's quite the passion of mine, he had remarked idly once). He would attempt to sing, and sometimes Jonghyun would sing along with the younger boy too (why don't you sing more often?). There were times too, where Taemin would simply follow him as he scoured the Lee mansion and offer to make small talk about topics varying from favorite movies to childhood memories.
Eventually, Jonghyun stopped going to the Lee mansion for only working purposes. He began to visit the mansion every night, whether or not there was a task for him there (and more often than not, there were none). At first, he argued with himself that it was only because he had found a valuable safe house where the occupant wouldn't call him out on being a criminal. But as time went on, he realized the very reason why he had started looking forward to his midnight escapades; it always meant a passing visit to a particular blonde's bedroom.
(You know, it's dangerous to always keep your window open.
But if I don't keep it open, you won't be able to hide in here - or come visit me.)
---
Jonghyun wasn't the only one aware of his sudden optimistic outlook on going out at night; his coworker in the "business" was also not immune to his sudden positivity.
Jonghyun, his partner began.
Hmm? The brunette in question looked up, his humming of a popular song halted as he focused in on the taller male. What is it, Minho?
You're looking more and more cheerful these days. Minho grinned and slid an arm around the smaller man's shoulders. What's up? Got a girl somewhere?
Not exactly.
Oh? This doesn't happen to involve the same person who caught sight of you escaping a month ago, does it?
Jonghyun kept his mouth closed as he felt the color rising to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. I don't know what you're talking about.
Minho simply grinned as he retracted his arm and slapped the shorter male playfully on the back. Isn't this a funny turn of events. You left that night with one objective, to steal something. Who would have thought you would return with something of yours stolen instead?
A/N: WHAT IS AN ENDING AND HOW DO I WRITE ONE. OKAY. Well, first off, Merry (belated) Christmas to the Woo to my Gyu (I love you ;3;). This was inspired by the promo video for the KMS Justice patch; if you're curious, you can watch it here.
Oh, and this is un-beta'ed and probably in terrible shape because I wrote this after midnight over the course of this week (fun fact: this used to be 3000+ words long until I gave up on my original storyline t__t), so forgive me.