illusions ; taemin/minho
illusions...?
rating: PG
warnings: really, none this time.
A/N: once, i was friends with a girl who claimed she could see spirits. it was interestingly creepy, say the least.
quote is from pokemon ; one of the old generations :)
taemin's always been a little bit stranger than the rest of shinee. he doesn't speak an awful lot ("it's cute when he does", jinki mentions, "his voice cracks"), preferring to speak through dancing. he doesn't eat a lot, whispering that he has to keep his body lean for dancing, and flat out winces when kibum flicks those feline eyes of his over his form, murmuring an "i'm sorry" and taking a bite of the dumplings; as if scared that kibum's going to beat him. he enjoys the rain instead of running away from it, going outside and sitting in the balcony chairs, closing his eyes with a faint smile. he blinks, a lot, almost like a goldfish ("or maybe he's on illegal subtances", jonghyun reasons, and kibum hits him with a spatula)
"the rain is where i can sit and think, and he leaves me alone," he explains when minho asks him about it one day. "it's just a place to clear my thoughts, hyung." minho doesn't press on it, but something just seems so off about the others' explination.
taemin's easily terrified; minho has woken up several times with a scared and shaking taemin on his chest, whimpering and thrashing around, attempting to dig nails into his own skin. he has to hold him down and whisper into his ear, and only then is taemin alright.
he never remembers these nightmares.
one day, he asks minho a sudden question over breakfast -
"hyung?"
"yeah?"
"do you believe in ghosts?" minho laughs at such a question, wondering if the other's been hanging around heechul-hyung too much, but stops seeing the solemn glare taemin is giving him. it's a little quite scary, if he's going to admit truth.
"no, taeminnie-ah. ghosts aren't real, you usually go to heaven when you die. like, your own personal version of heaven, i guess...?"
taemin stares at him for a moment, shrugging a (too thin; did taemin lose even more weight?) shoulder and looking over at him with wide, unblinking and nearly black-with-anger eyes.
"really? then that white hand on your shoulder must be my imagination."
he leaves the room, and minho can't help but to look over his shoulder.
naturally, there's nothing there (or maybe nothing he can see), but he can't help the uneasy feeling creeping up the path of his spine. meanwhile, taemin sleeps the sleep of pills as perscribed by their nice nurse-noona, and continues to cling to minho when he has nightmares.
neither one of them can explain the deep red scratches on taemin's back and stomach, however.
(and maybe, just maybe, it's the white hand.)
rating: PG
warnings: really, none this time.
A/N: once, i was friends with a girl who claimed she could see spirits. it was interestingly creepy, say the least.
quote is from pokemon ; one of the old generations :)
taemin's always been a little bit stranger than the rest of shinee. he doesn't speak an awful lot ("it's cute when he does", jinki mentions, "his voice cracks"), preferring to speak through dancing. he doesn't eat a lot, whispering that he has to keep his body lean for dancing, and flat out winces when kibum flicks those feline eyes of his over his form, murmuring an "i'm sorry" and taking a bite of the dumplings; as if scared that kibum's going to beat him. he enjoys the rain instead of running away from it, going outside and sitting in the balcony chairs, closing his eyes with a faint smile. he blinks, a lot, almost like a goldfish ("or maybe he's on illegal subtances", jonghyun reasons, and kibum hits him with a spatula)
"the rain is where i can sit and think, and he leaves me alone," he explains when minho asks him about it one day. "it's just a place to clear my thoughts, hyung." minho doesn't press on it, but something just seems so off about the others' explination.
taemin's easily terrified; minho has woken up several times with a scared and shaking taemin on his chest, whimpering and thrashing around, attempting to dig nails into his own skin. he has to hold him down and whisper into his ear, and only then is taemin alright.
he never remembers these nightmares.
one day, he asks minho a sudden question over breakfast -
"hyung?"
"yeah?"
"do you believe in ghosts?" minho laughs at such a question, wondering if the other's been hanging around heechul-hyung too much, but stops seeing the solemn glare taemin is giving him. it's a little quite scary, if he's going to admit truth.
"no, taeminnie-ah. ghosts aren't real, you usually go to heaven when you die. like, your own personal version of heaven, i guess...?"
taemin stares at him for a moment, shrugging a (too thin; did taemin lose even more weight?) shoulder and looking over at him with wide, unblinking and nearly black-with-anger eyes.
"really? then that white hand on your shoulder must be my imagination."
he leaves the room, and minho can't help but to look over his shoulder.
naturally, there's nothing there (or maybe nothing he can see), but he can't help the uneasy feeling creeping up the path of his spine. meanwhile, taemin sleeps the sleep of pills as perscribed by their nice nurse-noona, and continues to cling to minho when he has nightmares.
neither one of them can explain the deep red scratches on taemin's back and stomach, however.
(and maybe, just maybe, it's the white hand.)