Beginning
Title: Beginning
Pairing: Taekey
Length: 1505 words (does this count as a drabble??)
Rating: PG
Genre: friendship
Summary: Nevertheless, even with the lack of furniture Taemin had to admit he liked their new apartment.
Kibum huffed dramatically as he kicked the last box through the doorway of their new apartment. Taemin emerged behind him, watching amusedly and he glared at the boy menacingly.
“What’s so funny, Taemin?”
“Nothing, hyung.” He gently pushed past Kibum and into the kitchen, narrowly missing a box by his foot, to grab a drink from the nearly empty fridge that was set slightly askew in the kitchen. They had set up most of the appliances a few weeks ago because they’d been sleeping back and forth as they moved all of their belongings.
Most of them were Kibum’s, who wasn’t afraid to admit that fact in the slightest. Taemin didn’t see the need for so many clothes and Kibum barely wore most of them anyway because he didn’t want to “ruin them”; yet apparently he still needed them to look at.
“You’re such a brat.” Kibum scrunched up his face cutely. He gracefully (or not so gracefully) threw himself onto the sofa that was sprawled in the middle of the room, letting out a quiet ‘oof’ as he bounced slightly. The reason it was still sitting in the middle of the room, completely out of arrangement, was because Kibum was too lazy to move anything yet and Taemin had the style of a thirteen year old so he wasn’t going to touch anything if Kibum didn’t tell him to. Not that there was much to move unless a couch, lamp, TV and table (with two chairs) counted as a lot.
Nevertheless, even with the lack of furniture Taemin had to admit he liked their new apartment.
“You look tired,” he stated, eyeing Kibum from behind his bottle of water as he took another swallow.
The kitchen and the living room were open areas so he had a clear view of the other from across the room.
(Courtesy of Kibum who claimed that closed kitchens made him feel claustrophobic. It literally took them forever to find a place with a kitchen that wasn't too small, too large or closed off -Key's request, obviously.)
His friend's eyes were droopy and out of focus from what Taemin could see by his spot. It was quite the contrast from his usual sharp, watchful, coal-lined eyes. No, Kibum wasn’t wearing makeup today and for some reason that made Taemin really happy. He liked seeing the young man underneath the dark-rimmed, feline eyes and face products.
He heard a scoff.
“Well we’ve been moving these boxes all day, of course I’m tired.” The older male huffed again, rolling his eyes. He turned to lie on his stomach and buried his face into the cushions.
“You mean I’ve been moving boxes. You only moved one.” He joked.
He didn’t mind that Kibum hadn’t helped much, really. He kind of expected it. His hyung could be very manly when he wanted to be (in fact, even moreso than Taemin). But when it came to things like moving heavy boxes Kibum might as well had just been a figment of his imagination because he was gone with the wind.
“Whatever. I’m the one who packed everything up, including your clothes. So don’t get smart with me,” his voice was muffled by the fabric of the couch however Taemin heard him clearly.
He shrugged in reply, though Kibum couldn’t see it, and downing the last of his drink and setting the empty plastic bottle on the counter, he made his way over to his friend quietly. Without warning he plopped down onto Kibum’s butt, laughing gleefully when he produced a loud yelp.
Kibum kicked his feet, struggling to throw him off and Taemin only laughed harder, clutching his midsection and watching his effort with joy.
“When I get up I’m kicking your ass!”
Taemin giggled, bouncing up and down on Kibum’s behind like it was a bouncy ball.
It wasn’t. But it sure felt like one.
“Hyung, this is fun.”
“Oh my god, why did I decide to live with you.” He heard Kibum groan. He leaned down to get a glimpse at his face and smiled cheekily when their eyes met.
“Because I’m your favorite dongsaeng.”
“Yeah well that title’s going to be given to someone else if you don’t get off of me in the next five seconds.”
Taemin stood up, still smiling like it was the best day of his life. He knew Kibum wasn’t going to replace him (come on, it was Taemin, who would want to replace him?) but he also knew that Kibum could sometimes be intolerable when he was irritated and it wasn't hard to irritate him.
“Are you unpacking anything tonight?”
“Does it look like I’m unpacking anything?”
Taemin rolled his eyes, “Just asking. I’m going to go out and grab something for dinner.” He grabbed his hoodie from the foot of the couch, tickling his best friend’s socked feet in the process, and slipped it on.
He had one foot out the door before he shrugged the jacket back off. He had forgotten how hot it was outside regardless of how quickly the sun was going down, and in addition to the last few hours he spent lugging around hefty boxes that left him soaked in his own sweat, he quickly realized he was going to die of heat stroke if he didn’t leave it at home.
When he got back to their apartment, with two plastic bags full of food, it still looked as bare as ever and Kibum was lounging on the couch with his phone in his hand.
The television was plugged in and some American movie was on the screen. Kibum liked American movies. Taemin didn’t, mainly because he couldn’t understand anything, even when Kibum did his best to translate. He didn't spare him a glance as he shut the door.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I got some of everything,” he announced apologetically. He should've asked before he left. He placed the bags of take-out on the dining room table (that was also oddly placed) and began taking out the cartons. Kibum sidled up beside him silently, inspecting everything closely.
“Did you use my credit card?”
He paused. “No... I used the coupons I found in your car.”
Kibum hummed quietly, “Well thanks. For going to get dinner.” He patted Taemin’s head gently. “You’re a good dongsaeng.”
Grabbing one of the cartons and a set of chopsticks, he sat back on the couch. “Come watch a movie with me.” He gestured towards the space beside him and gave Taemin a small smile that had the younger grinning back despite himself. So, not one to disobey his hyung (when he was around anyway), Taemin grabbed his own food and joined Kibum on the sofa.
That night as they got ready for bed, having already changed into their pajamas and brushed their teeth, Taemin sat on the floor, blanket in hand (both were too lazy to reassemble their beds -they’d probably get Minho and Jonghyun to do it for them), and observed as Kibum cleaned their mess. He insisted, after giving Taemin shit all day, which Taemin gladly agreed to.
As he watched the back of the male’s head lull back and forth with a deep feeling of adoration and smiled softly as the sassy man moved his hips to a muted song, he hoped one day he’d be able to tell Kibum how he really felt. They had been friends for going on six years and, yes, he had eventually developed feelings for him (no surprise there because who wouldn’t?). At first he shrugged it off as admiration. Kibum was the most headstrong and outspoken person he’d ever met and he hoped to be like him one day. That’s what he thought it was.
But that theory came tumbling down as they grew closer. Everything Kibum did -it was hypnotizing. The way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he chewed his food, when he got up god early in the morning and looked like the walking dead -it was all perfection to him.
He had one of the most gorgeous faces Taemin had ever seen in his twenty-two years of existence and an amazing personality to match. Most people weren’t aware of that fact, though. And Taemin believed that it was because no one had ever really taken the time out to get to know Kibum. The real Kibum, behind the cool-cat mask.
He was one of the lucky few who did and he didn't regret it.
Kibum was what Taemin dreamed of every night and what he would, hopefully, one day have. If he played his cards right.
But for now…
“Taemin-ah, I’m glad we moved in together,” Kibum whispered sleepily as he lied down beside him. The lights were off and all that was heard was the sound of Kibum’s soft breathing as he eased into a slumber.
Taemin threw an arm around him and snuggled closer to his best friend. He smiled into the blanket. “Me too.”'
For now he could deal.
a/n - I'm not quite sure how to use livejournal yet! ^^ But I decided to give these drabbles a try because I want to play around with my writing style. I'll catch up on the days eventually.
I don't even know if this matches the prompt at all, but I tried. shrugs.
And also I'm not the best writer, I know. Criticism is welcome!
Pairing: Taekey
Length: 1505 words (does this count as a drabble??)
Rating: PG
Genre: friendship
Summary: Nevertheless, even with the lack of furniture Taemin had to admit he liked their new apartment.
Kibum huffed dramatically as he kicked the last box through the doorway of their new apartment. Taemin emerged behind him, watching amusedly and he glared at the boy menacingly.
“What’s so funny, Taemin?”
“Nothing, hyung.” He gently pushed past Kibum and into the kitchen, narrowly missing a box by his foot, to grab a drink from the nearly empty fridge that was set slightly askew in the kitchen. They had set up most of the appliances a few weeks ago because they’d been sleeping back and forth as they moved all of their belongings.
Most of them were Kibum’s, who wasn’t afraid to admit that fact in the slightest. Taemin didn’t see the need for so many clothes and Kibum barely wore most of them anyway because he didn’t want to “ruin them”; yet apparently he still needed them to look at.
“You’re such a brat.” Kibum scrunched up his face cutely. He gracefully (or not so gracefully) threw himself onto the sofa that was sprawled in the middle of the room, letting out a quiet ‘oof’ as he bounced slightly. The reason it was still sitting in the middle of the room, completely out of arrangement, was because Kibum was too lazy to move anything yet and Taemin had the style of a thirteen year old so he wasn’t going to touch anything if Kibum didn’t tell him to. Not that there was much to move unless a couch, lamp, TV and table (with two chairs) counted as a lot.
Nevertheless, even with the lack of furniture Taemin had to admit he liked their new apartment.
“You look tired,” he stated, eyeing Kibum from behind his bottle of water as he took another swallow.
The kitchen and the living room were open areas so he had a clear view of the other from across the room.
(Courtesy of Kibum who claimed that closed kitchens made him feel claustrophobic. It literally took them forever to find a place with a kitchen that wasn't too small, too large or closed off -Key's request, obviously.)
His friend's eyes were droopy and out of focus from what Taemin could see by his spot. It was quite the contrast from his usual sharp, watchful, coal-lined eyes. No, Kibum wasn’t wearing makeup today and for some reason that made Taemin really happy. He liked seeing the young man underneath the dark-rimmed, feline eyes and face products.
He heard a scoff.
“Well we’ve been moving these boxes all day, of course I’m tired.” The older male huffed again, rolling his eyes. He turned to lie on his stomach and buried his face into the cushions.
“You mean I’ve been moving boxes. You only moved one.” He joked.
He didn’t mind that Kibum hadn’t helped much, really. He kind of expected it. His hyung could be very manly when he wanted to be (in fact, even moreso than Taemin). But when it came to things like moving heavy boxes Kibum might as well had just been a figment of his imagination because he was gone with the wind.
“Whatever. I’m the one who packed everything up, including your clothes. So don’t get smart with me,” his voice was muffled by the fabric of the couch however Taemin heard him clearly.
He shrugged in reply, though Kibum couldn’t see it, and downing the last of his drink and setting the empty plastic bottle on the counter, he made his way over to his friend quietly. Without warning he plopped down onto Kibum’s butt, laughing gleefully when he produced a loud yelp.
Kibum kicked his feet, struggling to throw him off and Taemin only laughed harder, clutching his midsection and watching his effort with joy.
“When I get up I’m kicking your ass!”
Taemin giggled, bouncing up and down on Kibum’s behind like it was a bouncy ball.
It wasn’t. But it sure felt like one.
“Hyung, this is fun.”
“Oh my god, why did I decide to live with you.” He heard Kibum groan. He leaned down to get a glimpse at his face and smiled cheekily when their eyes met.
“Because I’m your favorite dongsaeng.”
“Yeah well that title’s going to be given to someone else if you don’t get off of me in the next five seconds.”
Taemin stood up, still smiling like it was the best day of his life. He knew Kibum wasn’t going to replace him (come on, it was Taemin, who would want to replace him?) but he also knew that Kibum could sometimes be intolerable when he was irritated and it wasn't hard to irritate him.
“Are you unpacking anything tonight?”
“Does it look like I’m unpacking anything?”
Taemin rolled his eyes, “Just asking. I’m going to go out and grab something for dinner.” He grabbed his hoodie from the foot of the couch, tickling his best friend’s socked feet in the process, and slipped it on.
He had one foot out the door before he shrugged the jacket back off. He had forgotten how hot it was outside regardless of how quickly the sun was going down, and in addition to the last few hours he spent lugging around hefty boxes that left him soaked in his own sweat, he quickly realized he was going to die of heat stroke if he didn’t leave it at home.
When he got back to their apartment, with two plastic bags full of food, it still looked as bare as ever and Kibum was lounging on the couch with his phone in his hand.
The television was plugged in and some American movie was on the screen. Kibum liked American movies. Taemin didn’t, mainly because he couldn’t understand anything, even when Kibum did his best to translate. He didn't spare him a glance as he shut the door.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I got some of everything,” he announced apologetically. He should've asked before he left. He placed the bags of take-out on the dining room table (that was also oddly placed) and began taking out the cartons. Kibum sidled up beside him silently, inspecting everything closely.
“Did you use my credit card?”
He paused. “No... I used the coupons I found in your car.”
Kibum hummed quietly, “Well thanks. For going to get dinner.” He patted Taemin’s head gently. “You’re a good dongsaeng.”
Grabbing one of the cartons and a set of chopsticks, he sat back on the couch. “Come watch a movie with me.” He gestured towards the space beside him and gave Taemin a small smile that had the younger grinning back despite himself. So, not one to disobey his hyung (when he was around anyway), Taemin grabbed his own food and joined Kibum on the sofa.
That night as they got ready for bed, having already changed into their pajamas and brushed their teeth, Taemin sat on the floor, blanket in hand (both were too lazy to reassemble their beds -they’d probably get Minho and Jonghyun to do it for them), and observed as Kibum cleaned their mess. He insisted, after giving Taemin shit all day, which Taemin gladly agreed to.
As he watched the back of the male’s head lull back and forth with a deep feeling of adoration and smiled softly as the sassy man moved his hips to a muted song, he hoped one day he’d be able to tell Kibum how he really felt. They had been friends for going on six years and, yes, he had eventually developed feelings for him (no surprise there because who wouldn’t?). At first he shrugged it off as admiration. Kibum was the most headstrong and outspoken person he’d ever met and he hoped to be like him one day. That’s what he thought it was.
But that theory came tumbling down as they grew closer. Everything Kibum did -it was hypnotizing. The way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he chewed his food, when he got up god early in the morning and looked like the walking dead -it was all perfection to him.
He had one of the most gorgeous faces Taemin had ever seen in his twenty-two years of existence and an amazing personality to match. Most people weren’t aware of that fact, though. And Taemin believed that it was because no one had ever really taken the time out to get to know Kibum. The real Kibum, behind the cool-cat mask.
He was one of the lucky few who did and he didn't regret it.
Kibum was what Taemin dreamed of every night and what he would, hopefully, one day have. If he played his cards right.
But for now…
“Taemin-ah, I’m glad we moved in together,” Kibum whispered sleepily as he lied down beside him. The lights were off and all that was heard was the sound of Kibum’s soft breathing as he eased into a slumber.
Taemin threw an arm around him and snuggled closer to his best friend. He smiled into the blanket. “Me too.”'
For now he could deal.
a/n - I'm not quite sure how to use livejournal yet! ^^ But I decided to give these drabbles a try because I want to play around with my writing style. I'll catch up on the days eventually.
I don't even know if this matches the prompt at all, but I tried. shrugs.
And also I'm not the best writer, I know. Criticism is welcome!