Super Junior and SHINee drabbles
These are just some drabbles, since I can't seem to finish something bigger. My Nanowrimo failed miserably, and I only wrote about 12,000 words, but I'm trying to finish it right now. Uhm, yeah. Have these.
And yeah, I suck at titles.
~Oh baby, you make me feel... stuck?~
Jongkey / 229 words
Prompt:
“Key!!”
Taemin paused outside the door in shock. He had not expected Jonghyun to be there, Key said he had gone outside. He decided the sneeking-exercise could wait for later.
“Hello? Is there someone there?!”
Taemin paused again, this time in mid-movement getting out of there.
“Taemin! I know it’s you, come here and let me loose!”
Taemin made a face.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need you to.” He could hear Jonghyun grit his teeth, and almost saw in his mind how Jonghyun wrenched his face in disgust. “Please.”
Oh, this was going to hurt Jonghyun more than Taemin. The wicked boy grinned evilly and proceeded to open the door.
“This will be used as blackmail you know, you begging me to-” he said. And stopped dead in the doorway.
Then he started to laugh.
Jonghyun was lying on the floor in the middle of the room, bound hands and feet to a chair, and he was so mad, his gaze told Taemin. Surely this was Key’s work, Taemin couldn’t think of anyone else to do it. He laughed until he had no breath and had to slump against the wall to not fall over. Jonghyun looked miserable.
“Can’t you just help me out of here?” he grumbled and Taemin laughed some more.
“Blackmail it is,” he smirked and brought out his phone from his pocket. “Say cheese~”
~~~~~~
~Waiting on the world to change~
slight romance, but mostly friends!Ontae / 439 words
Onew is tired. He’s stretching out his body in one of the chairs backstage at Inkigayo after another tiring performance of Lucifer. It isn’t that he doesn’t like the song, it’s just the choreography that is weird and tiring and makes his muscles sore for hours afterwards. He can feel a beginning headache, and he sighs and rests his head against the cushions of the chair. From this position he can watch the big clock above the entrance to the room, and the hand ticks away slowly, marking the seconds passing by.
A tentative knock wakes him up from the light slumber he doesn’t remember falling into. He sits up slowly and squints at the door, where he can see Taemin’s worried face through the crack.
“Jinki-hyung?” Taemin opens the door a little bit more and sneaks in to close it behind himself. Onew looks around in confusion, because he doesn’t remember the room being empty either. Taemin sits down beside him, shoulders hunched up like it was a crime for him to be there.
“Are you all right hyung?” he asks, big eyes peering at Onew. Onew nods and then he smiles. He’s trying hard not to look beaten and tired, because he can’t let that show, and his smile becomes wider, forced.
“Of course I am, Taebby,” he says, standing up to show how fine he is. Standing up a tad too fast.
“Jinki!” Taemin catches him with arms around his shoulders when his head swoons and he stumbles forward. He groans and let’s himself be pushed back down into the chair. “Jinki, you have to get some rest, some more sleep. This isn’t healthy,” Taemin says, back to sitting in the chair beside him, only now he’s grasping Onew’s hands with his own slender fingers. Onew can’t help but compare them; Taemin’s white fair hands against his own rough, covered with small spots and scars from his many injuries. He contracts his hand around Taemin’s, squeezing slightly and smiles at him again.
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
Taemin pulls him in for a hug, and Onew can feel the tension being drawn out of him. He puts his nose in the hollow above the magnae’s collarbone and breathes deeply in and out a couple of times. The scent of Taemin fills his lungs and instantly calms the light swooning before his eyes and the vague pain in the back of his head.
“Thanks,” he mumbles into the white skin of Taemin’s throat, and he can feel the boy’s chuckle against his lips.
“You’re welcome,” Taemin answers, with a reassuring hand on the top of his head.
~~~~~~
~Just deal with it~
344 words
Prompt: Heechul’s twitter update about daily leader.
”Kai, pai, po!”
Heechul raised his hands in victory and made a little dance before Siwon, who had been beaten this round, slapped his butt and told him to get on with it. The only ones left were Ryeowook and Heechul, and the members exchanged worried glances. There was a fifty percent chance that their one day leader could be Ryeowook, which would be like a holiday in Bahamas compared to the other fifty percent, with Heechul as their one day leader, and they all knew Heechul too well to let him be that.
Leeteuk sensed danger, because Heechul was lucky in games. “I think we shall have some more to drink, don’t you agree,” he tried with a nervous smile, tugging gently at Heechul’s arm. Heechul smirked, a most evil smirk that made Leeteuk’s stomach twist, and he deflated like a balloon. “Please Heechul, just let Ryeowook win and we’ll all owe you a favor.”
Heechul let his tongue peep out through his teeth, and he raised his eyebrows. “Nah,” he said slowly. “What for?” He examined his nails for a moment, and Yesung swallowed audibly in the background. The room had gone very quiet compared to the cheerful yells that were heard just seconds ago. Heechul continued, still scrutinizing his nails, “and you don’t know if I’ll win or lose yet.”
“There’s still the chance, and we don’t want to risk it,” Shindong said from the corner of the table. He was the only one in the room, excluding Heechul, who didn’t look absolutely terrified. Actually, he smirked at Heechul as Heechul gave him a look.
Heechul turned to Ryeowook. “Come on, let’s get this started.”
Ryeowook seemed to steel himself for what was to come.
“Kai, pai, po!”
@Heedictator: I became a daily leader after doing Rock Paper Scissors. I will lead my team like a full powered chilly, and not like a sweet sherbet as Teuk did, kekeke. You can talk to each other after my permission and you have to obey me. If you don't I'll slap your face^-^
And yeah, I suck at titles.
~Oh baby, you make me feel... stuck?~
Jongkey / 229 words
Prompt:
“Key!!”
Taemin paused outside the door in shock. He had not expected Jonghyun to be there, Key said he had gone outside. He decided the sneeking-exercise could wait for later.
“Hello? Is there someone there?!”
Taemin paused again, this time in mid-movement getting out of there.
“Taemin! I know it’s you, come here and let me loose!”
Taemin made a face.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need you to.” He could hear Jonghyun grit his teeth, and almost saw in his mind how Jonghyun wrenched his face in disgust. “Please.”
Oh, this was going to hurt Jonghyun more than Taemin. The wicked boy grinned evilly and proceeded to open the door.
“This will be used as blackmail you know, you begging me to-” he said. And stopped dead in the doorway.
Then he started to laugh.
Jonghyun was lying on the floor in the middle of the room, bound hands and feet to a chair, and he was so mad, his gaze told Taemin. Surely this was Key’s work, Taemin couldn’t think of anyone else to do it. He laughed until he had no breath and had to slump against the wall to not fall over. Jonghyun looked miserable.
“Can’t you just help me out of here?” he grumbled and Taemin laughed some more.
“Blackmail it is,” he smirked and brought out his phone from his pocket. “Say cheese~”
~~~~~~
~Waiting on the world to change~
slight romance, but mostly friends!Ontae / 439 words
Onew is tired. He’s stretching out his body in one of the chairs backstage at Inkigayo after another tiring performance of Lucifer. It isn’t that he doesn’t like the song, it’s just the choreography that is weird and tiring and makes his muscles sore for hours afterwards. He can feel a beginning headache, and he sighs and rests his head against the cushions of the chair. From this position he can watch the big clock above the entrance to the room, and the hand ticks away slowly, marking the seconds passing by.
A tentative knock wakes him up from the light slumber he doesn’t remember falling into. He sits up slowly and squints at the door, where he can see Taemin’s worried face through the crack.
“Jinki-hyung?” Taemin opens the door a little bit more and sneaks in to close it behind himself. Onew looks around in confusion, because he doesn’t remember the room being empty either. Taemin sits down beside him, shoulders hunched up like it was a crime for him to be there.
“Are you all right hyung?” he asks, big eyes peering at Onew. Onew nods and then he smiles. He’s trying hard not to look beaten and tired, because he can’t let that show, and his smile becomes wider, forced.
“Of course I am, Taebby,” he says, standing up to show how fine he is. Standing up a tad too fast.
“Jinki!” Taemin catches him with arms around his shoulders when his head swoons and he stumbles forward. He groans and let’s himself be pushed back down into the chair. “Jinki, you have to get some rest, some more sleep. This isn’t healthy,” Taemin says, back to sitting in the chair beside him, only now he’s grasping Onew’s hands with his own slender fingers. Onew can’t help but compare them; Taemin’s white fair hands against his own rough, covered with small spots and scars from his many injuries. He contracts his hand around Taemin’s, squeezing slightly and smiles at him again.
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
Taemin pulls him in for a hug, and Onew can feel the tension being drawn out of him. He puts his nose in the hollow above the magnae’s collarbone and breathes deeply in and out a couple of times. The scent of Taemin fills his lungs and instantly calms the light swooning before his eyes and the vague pain in the back of his head.
“Thanks,” he mumbles into the white skin of Taemin’s throat, and he can feel the boy’s chuckle against his lips.
“You’re welcome,” Taemin answers, with a reassuring hand on the top of his head.
~~~~~~
~Just deal with it~
344 words
Prompt: Heechul’s twitter update about daily leader.
”Kai, pai, po!”
Heechul raised his hands in victory and made a little dance before Siwon, who had been beaten this round, slapped his butt and told him to get on with it. The only ones left were Ryeowook and Heechul, and the members exchanged worried glances. There was a fifty percent chance that their one day leader could be Ryeowook, which would be like a holiday in Bahamas compared to the other fifty percent, with Heechul as their one day leader, and they all knew Heechul too well to let him be that.
Leeteuk sensed danger, because Heechul was lucky in games. “I think we shall have some more to drink, don’t you agree,” he tried with a nervous smile, tugging gently at Heechul’s arm. Heechul smirked, a most evil smirk that made Leeteuk’s stomach twist, and he deflated like a balloon. “Please Heechul, just let Ryeowook win and we’ll all owe you a favor.”
Heechul let his tongue peep out through his teeth, and he raised his eyebrows. “Nah,” he said slowly. “What for?” He examined his nails for a moment, and Yesung swallowed audibly in the background. The room had gone very quiet compared to the cheerful yells that were heard just seconds ago. Heechul continued, still scrutinizing his nails, “and you don’t know if I’ll win or lose yet.”
“There’s still the chance, and we don’t want to risk it,” Shindong said from the corner of the table. He was the only one in the room, excluding Heechul, who didn’t look absolutely terrified. Actually, he smirked at Heechul as Heechul gave him a look.
Heechul turned to Ryeowook. “Come on, let’s get this started.”
Ryeowook seemed to steel himself for what was to come.
“Kai, pai, po!”
@Heedictator: I became a daily leader after doing Rock Paper Scissors. I will lead my team like a full powered chilly, and not like a sweet sherbet as Teuk did, kekeke. You can talk to each other after my permission and you have to obey me. If you don't I'll slap your face^-^