into the woods without a single piece of tofu
title: into the woods without a single piece of tofu
type: oneshot (2396 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: none, really (ninja!onkey?)
rating/warnings: pg for mild cussing
author's notes: ... i only have hyungdeul and dubulust to blame for this. beta'd by meicdon13 ♥
"We have no more food."
Jinki glanced up, startled by the sudden declaration. "No more tofu? No more chicken?" he despaired.
The woman blinked at him. "Oh, no, we have plenty of those," she waved off his concern airily. "It's the kids' food that we've run out of."
"So... We don't share the same food supply?" Jinki ventured carefully.
"Oh, honey. You know I only cook for the two of us," the woman giggled, batting Jinki's arm and inadvertently sending him to the floor.
Jinki gasped for breath, shocked at having the wind knocked out of him. "So what do we do?" he wheezed, curling up into a ball.
The woman dragged him up by the collar; the lack of air in his lungs prevented him from doing anything to stop the rough treatment. She easily sat him in a chair, dusting off his shirt while clucking her tongue. "We abandon them in the forest, of course."
Jinki would have gasped in horror if it weren't for the poorly-cooked tofu that she shoved gleefully into his mouth.
"Eat well, darling!" the woman cooed. "It's going to be a long walk through the forest tomorrow, but if all goes well, we'll finally have the entire house to ourselves!"
Jinki gurgled miserably, though it wasn't quite clear whether it was due to worry over his children or the horrendous taste of the food. Most likely a combination of both.
Behind the thin wooden door, Minho sighed. "Taemin, do you have those pebbles?" he called out to the younger boy already curled up in bed.
"Already?" Taemin remarked nonchalantly, putting away the sheaf of paper he had been writing on.
Minho nodded, flipping through a book for his emergency funds.
"Ah, what a shame. I thought father would have lasted a little longer," Taemin pouted. He slid off the mattress to dig under their shared bed for the collection of pebbles they had been amassing ever since their father had inadvertently brought that woman home. (Well, actually, she had kind of stumbled on their house and settled in without permission; details, details.)
"Gah!" Taemin yelped as he pulled out a picture of their (self-proclaimed) stepmother from the corner he had been sure the pebbles were stowed away in last.
Minho groaned, unable to find the money he had been saving. There was no doubt where it had gone, just as there was no doubt that he would never be able to retrieve it.
"We are so screwed tomorrow," Taemin deadpanned.
"Mm," Minho grunted in reluctant affirmation.
Taemin ripped the picture into confetti. Maybe he could sneak it into that woman's bowl without her noticing. Just a little parting gift, of course.
---
"All right, children! We'll just be over there! Take care now, you two~"
"Help me," Jinki sobbed as he was dragged away from his children. "Take me with you, please. I'm begging you, I'll do anything!"
"Poor appa," Taemin sighed, watching as their father was pulled along by the woman.
"We'll pray for his soul," Minho reassured him. "We should get moving before it gets dark, though. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll find another house out here."
"Oh, hyung, you're such an optimist," Taemin beamed as he was steered away by Minho, the sounds of Jinki's crying slowly melting into the other sounds of the forest.
---
"Hey, this isn't made of candy!" Taemin scowled, glaring at the metal and glass construction just a few minutes away from where their parents had left them. "That story lied to me!"
"Why did we never notice this? At the very least, the noise during construction should have been heard clearly from our house," Minho frowned, evidently more concerned by the curious existence of another family so close to theirs.
Taemin tugged at his arm. "Maybe they have sweets inside! I mean, someone this rich must have lots of food!" he reasoned, dragging Minho along with him.
"I suppose it's better than staying out here," Minho acquiesced, and the two of them made their way to the entrance.
"Oh, wow. They have a plasma television and everything!" Taemin gawked as they caught a glimpse of the living room through the window.
"Careful, Taemin," Minho warned, and reached out to knock on the door.
"Ah, so early! Who is it?" a female voice whined.
Taemin and Minho looked at each other.
"You do it! You've got flaming charisma," Taemin hissed, nudging at the taller boy.
"You're the cute one," Minho stated more than argued.
Taemin fussed at his words, going into a small rant about always being patronized and how he wanted to be manly. Minho patted Taemin's head as he positioned him in front of the entrance and knocked on the door again.
"Yah! I asked who it was the first time and no one replied!" the female voice snapped.
With a grumble that was quickly hushed by Minho, Taemin cleared his throat. "Noona! This is Taemin and Minho! We're your neighbors! Our parents kicked us out, so we were wondering if we could stay here for a while?"
The woman fell silent. Soon, footsteps were heard thudding quickly towards the door. Taemin put on his best aegyo pose as the door opened to reveal a-
"Witch!" Taemin blurted out, aegyo pose faltering.
The woman scowled. "I just woke up, okay?" she groused, picking at the edge of her facial mask.
"Oh. Okay. Sorry, noona," Taemin apologized, and went back to blinking cutely.
The woman regarded the both of them carefully. "I didn't even know we had neighbors."
"Neither did we," Minho nodded.
She hummed in vague agreement. "And you say you were kicked out by your parents?"
"They abandoned us in the middle of the forest, noona!" Taemin exclaimed scandalously. "They couldn't feed us anymore, so they just left us there!"
"Oh, how terrible," the woman nodded sympathetically.
"Look at him, noona. He's all skin and bones," Minho added, holding out one of Taemin's arms for her to see. Taemin scowled at Minho while the woman bent over his wrists, cooing over how impossibly thin he was.
"You poor dear!" she cried, and Taemin switched to an appropriately pathetic look. "You must be so hungry!"
Taemin nodded eagerly, all thoughts of projecting a manly image cast to the wind at the prospect of a decent meal. If he played his part well enough, the woman might even cook something with meat!
"Come inside, come inside. I'm sure we have something for you," the woman opened the door to usher them in.
Taemin and Minho exchanged a surreptitious high-five as they did.
---
Life with their new neighbors wasn't too bad, actually.
They turned out to be four sisters who had built a house in the middle of the woods because one of the youngest sister's wedding gifts had been a trailer house and they wanted to check up on her every now and then.
They were all very kind to the two; the eldest, who had originally answered the door, doted on Taemin every chance she got and took to feeding him all the time in order to get more meat on his bones. The second eldest bonded easily with Minho over rapping, and the two often broke out into impromptu showdowns much to the delight of the rest of the household. The third took to doting on Minho as much as the eldest cooed over Taemin while the youngest sister, being the closest in age to the two boys, got along with them the best and often dropped by to cook a meal for them.
In fact, they might have stayed with the sisters for the rest of their lives (or at least until they graduated from school and had to go search for jobs) had it not been for an unexpected visitor.
"UNHAND THEM, WITCHES!"
The first and the third sister shrieked in surprise while the second sister grabbed a staff and aimed it threateningly at the person who had burst through their front door.
Taemin and Minho stared at the man. "Jonghyun-hyung?"
Jonghyun gaped at the two boys, rifle dropping from his hands. "Hey! You two are okay!" His gaze moved from Taemin and Minho to the older women. "And you don't look like witches."
"We're not," the second sister said flatly, putting down the staff.
"Who are you?" the third sister gaped.
"This is Jonghyun-hyung!" Taemin introduced cheerily. "He's kind of like an uncle to us, only reckless and irresponsible."
"Hey!" Jonghyun exclaimed, though no one really paid him mind.
"What are you doing here, hyung?" Minho asked.
"Well, supposedly, I've come to save you guys from witches at the orders of your mother," Jonghyun sulked. "Obviously, you don't need saving."
"Umma's back?" Taemin blinked.
"Yeah. And he's throwing the hugest hissy fit and beating on your father for abandoning you guys, so we really should be getting back now," Jonghyun snorted, picking up his rifle.
Taemin and Minho turned to bow to the baffled women. "Thank you for taking care of us all this time!" Taemin chirped.
"We'll make it up to you someday," Minho added.
"Come back and visit any time you like," the second sister smiled; her sisters were too busy pinching Taemin and Minho's cheeks to bid a proper farewell.
"Thank you," Taemin managed to say, gently pushing the eldest sister's hands away from his face.
"Take care of yourselves!" the eldest sister called after them, waving frantically as the boys disappeared into the woods.
"And here I was, thinking you were being fattened up and eaten," Jonghyun grumbled.
"Taemin was," Minho remarked lightly, "only there wasn't enough food."
"What are you talking about?" Taemin frowned. "They fed us every day!"
"I know," Minho said, and Jonghyun nearly tripped over a root from laughing so hard.
---
"My sons!" Kibum shrieked, flinging himself onto Taemin.
"Hello, umma," Taemin greeted, the words muffled by Kibum's shirt.
"Welcome back," Minho nodded, slightly glad that he wasn't the favorite son.
"It's nice to see you again," Jinki greeted with a swollen lip, squinting happily through two black eyes.
Kibum swiftly turned on Jinki, who whimpered and scrambled behind Jonghyun for protection. "You'd better be happy they're both safe and sound, Lee Jinki!" Kibum thundered. "Honestly, I leave for two weeks for that big sale in Seoul and you start courting gutter trash and leaving our sons out in the middle of the woods?"
"She followed me home!" Jinki defended. "And I wanted to be abandoned with them, but she had a really strong grip!"
"No excuses!" Kibum glared. "You are banned from chicken for a month, Lee Jinki, and that is final!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Jinki wailed, throwing his arms around Jonghyun's leg and sobbing into his pants.
"Serves you right," Kibum sniffed indignantly, and cooed over Taemin. "My sons are so lucky, not being eaten by those nasty witches!"
"More like having the time of their lives," Jonghyun snorted, patting Jinki's head awkwardly in an attempt to free his limb from the man's death grip.
"They weren't witches, umma," Taemin explained into Kibum's shoulder. "They were just regular noona that took really good care of us."
"Regular noona?" Kibum echoed.
"Yeah! They have a plasma television and a really fast Internet connection and everything!" Taemin chattered excitedly.
"Well, you can tell me all about it inside. I have your favorite dinner waiting!" Kibum sing-songed as he steered Taemin indoors, Minho following closely behind.
"Damn it, hyung," Jonghyun snarled as he limped inside, struggling with Jinki's full weight.
"My chicken," Jinki sobbed.
---
"And Taeminnie and Minho-yah enjoyed their favorite meal prepared exquisitely by their loving umma while Jonghyun spent the rest of the night with Jinki on his leg. The end!"
"That was the most retarded story I have ever heard," Jonghyun deadpanned.
"Please, you couldn't tell a bedtime story to save your life," Kibum sniffed.
"Why am I so pathetic?" Jinki whined, tugging at Kibum's sleeve.
"Because you're an unfaithful husband and a horrible father," Kibum snapped back, causing Jinki to crawl pathetically behind Jonghyun as his story self did.
"You completely butchered Hansel and Gretel!" Jonghyun exclaimed, throwing one of Jinki's pillows at Kibum. "They were supposed to get lost and find a candy house and almost be eaten and shit!"
"Yah! What kind of bedtime story would that be? It's supposed to lull Taemin to sleep, not scare him awake!" Kibum retorted, smacking Jonghyun with the offending pillow.
"There wasn't even a real witch!" Jonghyun yelped, raising his arms to shield himself from the rather vicious strikes.
"Well, duh, of course there was!" Kibum ceased his hitting and rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe that such an obvious fact needed to be questioned in the first place. "She was the woman that seduced Jinki-hyung and suggested abandoning the children in the first place! Plus she couldn't cook a proper meal to save her life."
"You can't even wash rice properly," Jonghyun muttered.
"Epilogue: Jonghyun ended up with the witch and she cooked him fermented soy bean stew forever," Kibum added sadistically.
Jonghyun bristled. "You take that back, you little-"
"Shh!" Minho, fed up of the unnecessary bickering, quickly hushed them all and pointed to the sleeping Taemin. The older boys quieted down, smiling at the sight of their slumbering maknae.
"Sweet dreams, my son," Kibum murmured, pulling the covers up to Taemin's shoulders.
"You should get to bed, too," Jinki told Minho as Jonghyun flicked off the light.
Minho nodded his assent, curling up under his own covers. The three eldest bid him a soft goodnight and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
"That was the most retarded story I have ever heard."
Minho shared a grin with Taemin, who had cracked one eye open upon hearing the door close. "Go to sleep now. You've got classes tomorrow."
"So do you," Taemin yawned, and pulled the covers off his body. He crawled out of his bed, across Jinki's mattress and finally settled down behind Minho, wrapping a thin arm around the older boy's waist.
"Maybe we really should leave you at noonadeul's dorm, just to fatten you up a little," Minho remarked, slipping his hand over the smaller one resting on his abdomen. He grunted when Taemin poked him warningly, and rolled over to face the other boy.
"Good night, Taemin."
"Good night, hyung."
type: oneshot (2396 words)
fandom: shinee
pairing: none, really (ninja!onkey?)
rating/warnings: pg for mild cussing
author's notes: ... i only have hyungdeul and dubulust to blame for this. beta'd by meicdon13 ♥
"We have no more food."
Jinki glanced up, startled by the sudden declaration. "No more tofu? No more chicken?" he despaired.
The woman blinked at him. "Oh, no, we have plenty of those," she waved off his concern airily. "It's the kids' food that we've run out of."
"So... We don't share the same food supply?" Jinki ventured carefully.
"Oh, honey. You know I only cook for the two of us," the woman giggled, batting Jinki's arm and inadvertently sending him to the floor.
Jinki gasped for breath, shocked at having the wind knocked out of him. "So what do we do?" he wheezed, curling up into a ball.
The woman dragged him up by the collar; the lack of air in his lungs prevented him from doing anything to stop the rough treatment. She easily sat him in a chair, dusting off his shirt while clucking her tongue. "We abandon them in the forest, of course."
Jinki would have gasped in horror if it weren't for the poorly-cooked tofu that she shoved gleefully into his mouth.
"Eat well, darling!" the woman cooed. "It's going to be a long walk through the forest tomorrow, but if all goes well, we'll finally have the entire house to ourselves!"
Jinki gurgled miserably, though it wasn't quite clear whether it was due to worry over his children or the horrendous taste of the food. Most likely a combination of both.
Behind the thin wooden door, Minho sighed. "Taemin, do you have those pebbles?" he called out to the younger boy already curled up in bed.
"Already?" Taemin remarked nonchalantly, putting away the sheaf of paper he had been writing on.
Minho nodded, flipping through a book for his emergency funds.
"Ah, what a shame. I thought father would have lasted a little longer," Taemin pouted. He slid off the mattress to dig under their shared bed for the collection of pebbles they had been amassing ever since their father had inadvertently brought that woman home. (Well, actually, she had kind of stumbled on their house and settled in without permission; details, details.)
"Gah!" Taemin yelped as he pulled out a picture of their (self-proclaimed) stepmother from the corner he had been sure the pebbles were stowed away in last.
Minho groaned, unable to find the money he had been saving. There was no doubt where it had gone, just as there was no doubt that he would never be able to retrieve it.
"We are so screwed tomorrow," Taemin deadpanned.
"Mm," Minho grunted in reluctant affirmation.
Taemin ripped the picture into confetti. Maybe he could sneak it into that woman's bowl without her noticing. Just a little parting gift, of course.
---
"All right, children! We'll just be over there! Take care now, you two~"
"Help me," Jinki sobbed as he was dragged away from his children. "Take me with you, please. I'm begging you, I'll do anything!"
"Poor appa," Taemin sighed, watching as their father was pulled along by the woman.
"We'll pray for his soul," Minho reassured him. "We should get moving before it gets dark, though. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll find another house out here."
"Oh, hyung, you're such an optimist," Taemin beamed as he was steered away by Minho, the sounds of Jinki's crying slowly melting into the other sounds of the forest.
---
"Hey, this isn't made of candy!" Taemin scowled, glaring at the metal and glass construction just a few minutes away from where their parents had left them. "That story lied to me!"
"Why did we never notice this? At the very least, the noise during construction should have been heard clearly from our house," Minho frowned, evidently more concerned by the curious existence of another family so close to theirs.
Taemin tugged at his arm. "Maybe they have sweets inside! I mean, someone this rich must have lots of food!" he reasoned, dragging Minho along with him.
"I suppose it's better than staying out here," Minho acquiesced, and the two of them made their way to the entrance.
"Oh, wow. They have a plasma television and everything!" Taemin gawked as they caught a glimpse of the living room through the window.
"Careful, Taemin," Minho warned, and reached out to knock on the door.
"Ah, so early! Who is it?" a female voice whined.
Taemin and Minho looked at each other.
"You do it! You've got flaming charisma," Taemin hissed, nudging at the taller boy.
"You're the cute one," Minho stated more than argued.
Taemin fussed at his words, going into a small rant about always being patronized and how he wanted to be manly. Minho patted Taemin's head as he positioned him in front of the entrance and knocked on the door again.
"Yah! I asked who it was the first time and no one replied!" the female voice snapped.
With a grumble that was quickly hushed by Minho, Taemin cleared his throat. "Noona! This is Taemin and Minho! We're your neighbors! Our parents kicked us out, so we were wondering if we could stay here for a while?"
The woman fell silent. Soon, footsteps were heard thudding quickly towards the door. Taemin put on his best aegyo pose as the door opened to reveal a-
"Witch!" Taemin blurted out, aegyo pose faltering.
The woman scowled. "I just woke up, okay?" she groused, picking at the edge of her facial mask.
"Oh. Okay. Sorry, noona," Taemin apologized, and went back to blinking cutely.
The woman regarded the both of them carefully. "I didn't even know we had neighbors."
"Neither did we," Minho nodded.
She hummed in vague agreement. "And you say you were kicked out by your parents?"
"They abandoned us in the middle of the forest, noona!" Taemin exclaimed scandalously. "They couldn't feed us anymore, so they just left us there!"
"Oh, how terrible," the woman nodded sympathetically.
"Look at him, noona. He's all skin and bones," Minho added, holding out one of Taemin's arms for her to see. Taemin scowled at Minho while the woman bent over his wrists, cooing over how impossibly thin he was.
"You poor dear!" she cried, and Taemin switched to an appropriately pathetic look. "You must be so hungry!"
Taemin nodded eagerly, all thoughts of projecting a manly image cast to the wind at the prospect of a decent meal. If he played his part well enough, the woman might even cook something with meat!
"Come inside, come inside. I'm sure we have something for you," the woman opened the door to usher them in.
Taemin and Minho exchanged a surreptitious high-five as they did.
---
Life with their new neighbors wasn't too bad, actually.
They turned out to be four sisters who had built a house in the middle of the woods because one of the youngest sister's wedding gifts had been a trailer house and they wanted to check up on her every now and then.
They were all very kind to the two; the eldest, who had originally answered the door, doted on Taemin every chance she got and took to feeding him all the time in order to get more meat on his bones. The second eldest bonded easily with Minho over rapping, and the two often broke out into impromptu showdowns much to the delight of the rest of the household. The third took to doting on Minho as much as the eldest cooed over Taemin while the youngest sister, being the closest in age to the two boys, got along with them the best and often dropped by to cook a meal for them.
In fact, they might have stayed with the sisters for the rest of their lives (or at least until they graduated from school and had to go search for jobs) had it not been for an unexpected visitor.
"UNHAND THEM, WITCHES!"
The first and the third sister shrieked in surprise while the second sister grabbed a staff and aimed it threateningly at the person who had burst through their front door.
Taemin and Minho stared at the man. "Jonghyun-hyung?"
Jonghyun gaped at the two boys, rifle dropping from his hands. "Hey! You two are okay!" His gaze moved from Taemin and Minho to the older women. "And you don't look like witches."
"We're not," the second sister said flatly, putting down the staff.
"Who are you?" the third sister gaped.
"This is Jonghyun-hyung!" Taemin introduced cheerily. "He's kind of like an uncle to us, only reckless and irresponsible."
"Hey!" Jonghyun exclaimed, though no one really paid him mind.
"What are you doing here, hyung?" Minho asked.
"Well, supposedly, I've come to save you guys from witches at the orders of your mother," Jonghyun sulked. "Obviously, you don't need saving."
"Umma's back?" Taemin blinked.
"Yeah. And he's throwing the hugest hissy fit and beating on your father for abandoning you guys, so we really should be getting back now," Jonghyun snorted, picking up his rifle.
Taemin and Minho turned to bow to the baffled women. "Thank you for taking care of us all this time!" Taemin chirped.
"We'll make it up to you someday," Minho added.
"Come back and visit any time you like," the second sister smiled; her sisters were too busy pinching Taemin and Minho's cheeks to bid a proper farewell.
"Thank you," Taemin managed to say, gently pushing the eldest sister's hands away from his face.
"Take care of yourselves!" the eldest sister called after them, waving frantically as the boys disappeared into the woods.
"And here I was, thinking you were being fattened up and eaten," Jonghyun grumbled.
"Taemin was," Minho remarked lightly, "only there wasn't enough food."
"What are you talking about?" Taemin frowned. "They fed us every day!"
"I know," Minho said, and Jonghyun nearly tripped over a root from laughing so hard.
---
"My sons!" Kibum shrieked, flinging himself onto Taemin.
"Hello, umma," Taemin greeted, the words muffled by Kibum's shirt.
"Welcome back," Minho nodded, slightly glad that he wasn't the favorite son.
"It's nice to see you again," Jinki greeted with a swollen lip, squinting happily through two black eyes.
Kibum swiftly turned on Jinki, who whimpered and scrambled behind Jonghyun for protection. "You'd better be happy they're both safe and sound, Lee Jinki!" Kibum thundered. "Honestly, I leave for two weeks for that big sale in Seoul and you start courting gutter trash and leaving our sons out in the middle of the woods?"
"She followed me home!" Jinki defended. "And I wanted to be abandoned with them, but she had a really strong grip!"
"No excuses!" Kibum glared. "You are banned from chicken for a month, Lee Jinki, and that is final!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Jinki wailed, throwing his arms around Jonghyun's leg and sobbing into his pants.
"Serves you right," Kibum sniffed indignantly, and cooed over Taemin. "My sons are so lucky, not being eaten by those nasty witches!"
"More like having the time of their lives," Jonghyun snorted, patting Jinki's head awkwardly in an attempt to free his limb from the man's death grip.
"They weren't witches, umma," Taemin explained into Kibum's shoulder. "They were just regular noona that took really good care of us."
"Regular noona?" Kibum echoed.
"Yeah! They have a plasma television and a really fast Internet connection and everything!" Taemin chattered excitedly.
"Well, you can tell me all about it inside. I have your favorite dinner waiting!" Kibum sing-songed as he steered Taemin indoors, Minho following closely behind.
"Damn it, hyung," Jonghyun snarled as he limped inside, struggling with Jinki's full weight.
"My chicken," Jinki sobbed.
---
"And Taeminnie and Minho-yah enjoyed their favorite meal prepared exquisitely by their loving umma while Jonghyun spent the rest of the night with Jinki on his leg. The end!"
"That was the most retarded story I have ever heard," Jonghyun deadpanned.
"Please, you couldn't tell a bedtime story to save your life," Kibum sniffed.
"Why am I so pathetic?" Jinki whined, tugging at Kibum's sleeve.
"Because you're an unfaithful husband and a horrible father," Kibum snapped back, causing Jinki to crawl pathetically behind Jonghyun as his story self did.
"You completely butchered Hansel and Gretel!" Jonghyun exclaimed, throwing one of Jinki's pillows at Kibum. "They were supposed to get lost and find a candy house and almost be eaten and shit!"
"Yah! What kind of bedtime story would that be? It's supposed to lull Taemin to sleep, not scare him awake!" Kibum retorted, smacking Jonghyun with the offending pillow.
"There wasn't even a real witch!" Jonghyun yelped, raising his arms to shield himself from the rather vicious strikes.
"Well, duh, of course there was!" Kibum ceased his hitting and rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe that such an obvious fact needed to be questioned in the first place. "She was the woman that seduced Jinki-hyung and suggested abandoning the children in the first place! Plus she couldn't cook a proper meal to save her life."
"You can't even wash rice properly," Jonghyun muttered.
"Epilogue: Jonghyun ended up with the witch and she cooked him fermented soy bean stew forever," Kibum added sadistically.
Jonghyun bristled. "You take that back, you little-"
"Shh!" Minho, fed up of the unnecessary bickering, quickly hushed them all and pointed to the sleeping Taemin. The older boys quieted down, smiling at the sight of their slumbering maknae.
"Sweet dreams, my son," Kibum murmured, pulling the covers up to Taemin's shoulders.
"You should get to bed, too," Jinki told Minho as Jonghyun flicked off the light.
Minho nodded his assent, curling up under his own covers. The three eldest bid him a soft goodnight and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
"That was the most retarded story I have ever heard."
Minho shared a grin with Taemin, who had cracked one eye open upon hearing the door close. "Go to sleep now. You've got classes tomorrow."
"So do you," Taemin yawned, and pulled the covers off his body. He crawled out of his bed, across Jinki's mattress and finally settled down behind Minho, wrapping a thin arm around the older boy's waist.
"Maybe we really should leave you at noonadeul's dorm, just to fatten you up a little," Minho remarked, slipping his hand over the smaller one resting on his abdomen. He grunted when Taemin poked him warningly, and rolled over to face the other boy.
"Good night, Taemin."
"Good night, hyung."