fanfiction: Secrets, and the fool who plays detective [oneshot]
Secrets, and the fool who plays detective.
Jongkey, Ontae | PG-13
Jinki and Taemin share a secret-Kibum is determined to uncover it.
1,302 Words
Kibum noticed first.
He noticed the way Taemin and Onew would disappear into a dark corner just before they were about to go onstage, or right before filming a for a reality show. Annoyed, as he watched the two disappear again, he dragged Jonghyun aside.
“Do you know where they keep sneaking off too?” Jonghyun quirked an eyebrow and tugged on a strand of Kibum’s dark hair.
“Who’s ‘they’?”
Kibum scoffed and pulled away from him, not in the mood for Jonghyun’s fingers. “Jinki and Taemin of course,” he pressed his lips together in a thin line as the shorter boy pressed his lips against his cheek. They were in a dark corner of their own, after all. “Knock it off,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he pushed Jonghyun away again.
Jonghyun scowled, pressing Kibum against the wall and kissed him hard enough to make his head collide with the hard brick. He hissed, which turned into a poorly disguised moan when Jonghyun kneed his crotch. His face was flushed brightly when Jonghyun pulled away with a smug look on his face.
Kibum’s mouth dropped open as he was struck by a horrible thought. He grabbed Jonghyun by the hand and ran to the dark alcove he knew Jinki and Taemin had disappeared with his heart in his throat. He was too late to see what they had been doing, as Jinki and Taemin came out, all beaming smiles and looking nothing like they’d just done anything completely inappropriate.
As he watched the two with narrowed eyes, Jonghyun’s voice whispered in his ear, “see? They look normal. Hyung’s mind is too innocent.” The warm hand on his hip, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, made his skin crawl.
“Yeah,” his voice was hushed and strained as his blood rushed south. “They aren’t us.”
All smiles, Minho appeared with the manager, and they all grouped in a circle. Kibum forced a smile as they all wished each other the best and got into their places on stage. He still glanced suspiciously at Jinki and Taemin until he almost tripped while dancing and resigned himself to forgetting about it.
Except it still bothered him too much, even with Jonghyun scoffing at him-there was something going on, and he was going to figure out what. He couldn’t believe that Jinki would stoop so low-Taemin was only sixteen, after all. It obsessed him so much that he burned the chicken he had been cooking that evening, much to Jinki’s dismay.
Now they were supposed to be sleeping, and he just couldn’t get his mind off the great mystery. Was Jinki pressing Taemin, their magnae, against the wall with a wicked grin the same way Jonghyun did to him? Was he pressing a malevolent leg between those thin legs and kissing him senseless? He rolled over and buried his head into his pillow, making his hair curl haphazardly. No matter what Jonghyun said, he had to get to the bottom of this.
The next day, they were waiting for their turn backstage for Inkigayo. Kibum was tweaking his hair and makeup in the mirror, watching Taemin and Jinki in the reflection. He waited until they disappeared into the changing booths before he followed them, determined to see what they were doing.
He tore back the curtain separating him from the guilty party just in time to see them drop their hands. He opened his mouth to snap at them when Taemin opened his mouth. “Hi Umma, let’s do good okay?” And the youngest pushed past him with a brilliant smile on his face.
Jinki moved to do the same, a whimsical smile touching his lips, but Kibum stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “What are you guys doing back here?” He asked, eyes narrowed, suspicion in those inky depths.
Jinki just gave him a wide grin. “It’s a secret,” he chimed, and shrugged the hand off his shoulder. Kibum made a noise of frustration, which turned into a squeak as Jonghyun appeared behind him, pushing him all the way into the booth and shutting the curtain.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Jonghyun murmured, breath like butterflies against his skin, as his fingers found Kibum’s beltloops and pressed him up against the wall, sucking on his bottom lip. Kibum leaned heavily against him and closed his eyes, hissing.
“That’s not fair,” he tried not to let the others ministrations affect him, but he could still feel the heat flooding his body.
Jonghyun scoffed again. “You really think Jinki can do something like this?” His voice deepened as his mouth toyed with Kibum’s ear, “to Taemin?” He pulled away and exited the room, leaving Kibum feeling both unsatisfied and ashamed.
Still, he couldn’t help but keep on trying to catch them in the act. Whether it was what he thought it was or not, he still had to find out the truth. Finally, at dinner, after a week of barely sleeping and another encounter with Jonghyun which left him with a sticky mess in his shiny pants, he brought it up.
“What do you and Taemin keep on disappearing for?” He asked Jinki, his fingers twisted together over his cleared plate. Jonghyun choked on his rice and glared at Kibum from across the table. The dark haired boy aimed a kick in his general direction, smirking when the blond dropped his chopsticks with a hiss.
Taemin exchanged glances with the leader and then turned his wide gaze on Kibum. “What do you think we’re doing, hyung?” His voice was all innocence, despite the mischievous gleam.
Kibum’s face turned red and Jonghyun gave him an evil smirk. Minho watched the entire scene quietly, a subtle smile on his face.
“Er,” Kibum opened his mouth to answer, “well, that is.” He licked his lips, glancing pleadingly at Jonghyun. Jonghyun’s eyes widened in an expression of shocked innocence. Traitor, Kibum thought grimly.
“Wait,” Jinki tapped his fingers on the table. Kibum resisted the urge to snap at him. “What are you trying to say?” Color drained from his face at the dark look the younger boy was sending him. “No, you’re kidding right?” He squeaked. “He’s sixteen!”
Jonghyun’s boisterous laughter filled the air. Kibum licked his lips again, gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles flushed white. “Well what are you doing then?” He snapped, nearly falling backwards when Jinki stuck a hand in his face.
Kibum stared at it like it was an alien. “Wha--?”
“Take it,” he did, amazed by how snappish Jinki suddenly was. The oldest member shook it, then did a number of complicated finger moves that seemed to spell out the word “love.” Kibum suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
“oh,” he whispered, in a small voice.
Jinki rolled his eyes, “it was our secret. Now it’s ruined.” He got up, thanked Kibum stiffly for the meal, and stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and making the manager snort loudly from where he was sleeping on the couch.
Shoulders slumped, Kibum looked up as Taemin stood from the table as well. “Don’t worry Umma,” he chimed, “Onew hyung’s not like you.” The youngest member trotted after Jinki, hopefully to make him feel better.
Kibum stared after them, with a lost expression on his face. A few moments later, another shadow appeared. Jonghyun settled himself on Kibum’s lap and pressed his hands against the sides of his narrow cheekbones.
“Told you, didn’t I?” He whispered. Kibum’s eyes slipped closed, not even bothering to hide the low moan that escaped his lips. Minho had disappeared during his silent depression. Hot lips were scorching against the side of his neck and he realized something.
No, Jinki would never behave like the two of them. He just wasn’t enough of a whore.
fin.
Taken from the SHINee prompt generator. Prompt: secret handshakes
Jongkey, Ontae | PG-13
Jinki and Taemin share a secret-Kibum is determined to uncover it.
1,302 Words
Kibum noticed first.
He noticed the way Taemin and Onew would disappear into a dark corner just before they were about to go onstage, or right before filming a for a reality show. Annoyed, as he watched the two disappear again, he dragged Jonghyun aside.
“Do you know where they keep sneaking off too?” Jonghyun quirked an eyebrow and tugged on a strand of Kibum’s dark hair.
“Who’s ‘they’?”
Kibum scoffed and pulled away from him, not in the mood for Jonghyun’s fingers. “Jinki and Taemin of course,” he pressed his lips together in a thin line as the shorter boy pressed his lips against his cheek. They were in a dark corner of their own, after all. “Knock it off,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he pushed Jonghyun away again.
Jonghyun scowled, pressing Kibum against the wall and kissed him hard enough to make his head collide with the hard brick. He hissed, which turned into a poorly disguised moan when Jonghyun kneed his crotch. His face was flushed brightly when Jonghyun pulled away with a smug look on his face.
Kibum’s mouth dropped open as he was struck by a horrible thought. He grabbed Jonghyun by the hand and ran to the dark alcove he knew Jinki and Taemin had disappeared with his heart in his throat. He was too late to see what they had been doing, as Jinki and Taemin came out, all beaming smiles and looking nothing like they’d just done anything completely inappropriate.
As he watched the two with narrowed eyes, Jonghyun’s voice whispered in his ear, “see? They look normal. Hyung’s mind is too innocent.” The warm hand on his hip, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, made his skin crawl.
“Yeah,” his voice was hushed and strained as his blood rushed south. “They aren’t us.”
All smiles, Minho appeared with the manager, and they all grouped in a circle. Kibum forced a smile as they all wished each other the best and got into their places on stage. He still glanced suspiciously at Jinki and Taemin until he almost tripped while dancing and resigned himself to forgetting about it.
Except it still bothered him too much, even with Jonghyun scoffing at him-there was something going on, and he was going to figure out what. He couldn’t believe that Jinki would stoop so low-Taemin was only sixteen, after all. It obsessed him so much that he burned the chicken he had been cooking that evening, much to Jinki’s dismay.
Now they were supposed to be sleeping, and he just couldn’t get his mind off the great mystery. Was Jinki pressing Taemin, their magnae, against the wall with a wicked grin the same way Jonghyun did to him? Was he pressing a malevolent leg between those thin legs and kissing him senseless? He rolled over and buried his head into his pillow, making his hair curl haphazardly. No matter what Jonghyun said, he had to get to the bottom of this.
The next day, they were waiting for their turn backstage for Inkigayo. Kibum was tweaking his hair and makeup in the mirror, watching Taemin and Jinki in the reflection. He waited until they disappeared into the changing booths before he followed them, determined to see what they were doing.
He tore back the curtain separating him from the guilty party just in time to see them drop their hands. He opened his mouth to snap at them when Taemin opened his mouth. “Hi Umma, let’s do good okay?” And the youngest pushed past him with a brilliant smile on his face.
Jinki moved to do the same, a whimsical smile touching his lips, but Kibum stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “What are you guys doing back here?” He asked, eyes narrowed, suspicion in those inky depths.
Jinki just gave him a wide grin. “It’s a secret,” he chimed, and shrugged the hand off his shoulder. Kibum made a noise of frustration, which turned into a squeak as Jonghyun appeared behind him, pushing him all the way into the booth and shutting the curtain.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Jonghyun murmured, breath like butterflies against his skin, as his fingers found Kibum’s beltloops and pressed him up against the wall, sucking on his bottom lip. Kibum leaned heavily against him and closed his eyes, hissing.
“That’s not fair,” he tried not to let the others ministrations affect him, but he could still feel the heat flooding his body.
Jonghyun scoffed again. “You really think Jinki can do something like this?” His voice deepened as his mouth toyed with Kibum’s ear, “to Taemin?” He pulled away and exited the room, leaving Kibum feeling both unsatisfied and ashamed.
Still, he couldn’t help but keep on trying to catch them in the act. Whether it was what he thought it was or not, he still had to find out the truth. Finally, at dinner, after a week of barely sleeping and another encounter with Jonghyun which left him with a sticky mess in his shiny pants, he brought it up.
“What do you and Taemin keep on disappearing for?” He asked Jinki, his fingers twisted together over his cleared plate. Jonghyun choked on his rice and glared at Kibum from across the table. The dark haired boy aimed a kick in his general direction, smirking when the blond dropped his chopsticks with a hiss.
Taemin exchanged glances with the leader and then turned his wide gaze on Kibum. “What do you think we’re doing, hyung?” His voice was all innocence, despite the mischievous gleam.
Kibum’s face turned red and Jonghyun gave him an evil smirk. Minho watched the entire scene quietly, a subtle smile on his face.
“Er,” Kibum opened his mouth to answer, “well, that is.” He licked his lips, glancing pleadingly at Jonghyun. Jonghyun’s eyes widened in an expression of shocked innocence. Traitor, Kibum thought grimly.
“Wait,” Jinki tapped his fingers on the table. Kibum resisted the urge to snap at him. “What are you trying to say?” Color drained from his face at the dark look the younger boy was sending him. “No, you’re kidding right?” He squeaked. “He’s sixteen!”
Jonghyun’s boisterous laughter filled the air. Kibum licked his lips again, gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles flushed white. “Well what are you doing then?” He snapped, nearly falling backwards when Jinki stuck a hand in his face.
Kibum stared at it like it was an alien. “Wha--?”
“Take it,” he did, amazed by how snappish Jinki suddenly was. The oldest member shook it, then did a number of complicated finger moves that seemed to spell out the word “love.” Kibum suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
“oh,” he whispered, in a small voice.
Jinki rolled his eyes, “it was our secret. Now it’s ruined.” He got up, thanked Kibum stiffly for the meal, and stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and making the manager snort loudly from where he was sleeping on the couch.
Shoulders slumped, Kibum looked up as Taemin stood from the table as well. “Don’t worry Umma,” he chimed, “Onew hyung’s not like you.” The youngest member trotted after Jinki, hopefully to make him feel better.
Kibum stared after them, with a lost expression on his face. A few moments later, another shadow appeared. Jonghyun settled himself on Kibum’s lap and pressed his hands against the sides of his narrow cheekbones.
“Told you, didn’t I?” He whispered. Kibum’s eyes slipped closed, not even bothering to hide the low moan that escaped his lips. Minho had disappeared during his silent depression. Hot lips were scorching against the side of his neck and he realized something.
No, Jinki would never behave like the two of them. He just wasn’t enough of a whore.
fin.
Taken from the SHINee prompt generator. Prompt: secret handshakes