you love me anyway [drabbles]
Title: you love me anyway
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Key, Onew x Taemin, Jonghyun x Key, Jonghyun x Taemin, Minho x Taemin
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: in which one is able to see through the flaws of the other.
a/n: wanted to write drabbles again. used the prompt generator for the first three.
you love me anyway;
o1. fast food and the ability to not eat it anymore; onkey
"that is horrifying."
jinki looks up from the wrinkled yellow wrapper that is up to his nose and ketchup is probably smeared on his cheeks and nose but he picks his head up anyway and asks, "what."
kibum's face, oh, kibum's face. jinki can't help the giggle that spills from his teeth (in which little bits of pickles are stuck, kibum notes with much dread). "just what is your problem."
"your eating habits," kibum barely breathes, "and-i cannot even-"
jinki quickly swipes his bottom lip with a tongue and catches the rest of the mustard that his napkin (the bottom bun of his burger, of course) had missed. "don't worry about it. we'll burn it all off in bed."
"you are disgusting."
"oh, just eat your salad."
as kibum lifts the plastic knife that came with the plastic fork and plastic spoon in cheap plastic wrapping, jinki holds up a clean hand-cleaner than the other, at least-and mumbles something over the mouthful of fries he has in his mouth. he snatches the knife and fork from kibum's hand and begins to cut up bits of the salad because he knows that kibum hates opening his mouth wide (in public, at least; different story in bed).
once he's done he sets the utensils back down, smiles innocently, and then goes back to slurping down a cup of coke and sprite mixed together.
behind his napkin, kibum hides a shy smile.
o2. glass half-empty ; ontae
"ugh."
taemin glares at the glass of milk on the coffee table in their living room. jinki doesn't even look up from his book; he knows that taemin is disgruntled over something stupid again and the huffs and puffs of annoyance are enough to prove it.
"what is it this time, taemin-ah?"
"i'm almost done with my milk."
"then go get more from the fridge, i guess."
"can't," taemin grunts, "jonghyun-hyung drank the rest of it straight from the stupid carton." he throws up his arms with a shout of frustration before he curls up against his pillow again, "why can't i grow more, the doctor says i have a bit longer before i stop."
sighing, jinki gets up from the couch and taemin starts at the shift in weight. he glances up through his bangs to see jinki's retreating back, and before he can say anything jinki shuffles into the foyer with his slippers on and slams the door as he leaves.
he comes back fifteen minutes later with a nonchalant look on his face and he drops a black plastic bag on the coffee table next to taemin's finished cup. he then pulls on a smile. "drink."
hesitantly taemin reaches into the bag, rustles around a bit, before his fingers skirt something smooth and cool. he pulls out a carton of banana milk and nearly squeals.
"drink," jinki laughs softly, "and stop complaining for the night. you're the perfect height." he doubles over at the waist and softly kisses the top of taemin's head, stilling the boy in his shaking and squirming.
as jinki waddles away to the bedroom with his book tucked under his arm, taemin debates over his milk carton for a little, and then he drops it into his plastic bag and launches himself at jinki's back with a shout.
o3. lousy ; jongkey
"get off the couch already, jonghyun."
jonghyun muffles something into the pillow and the rapper only groans aloud. "i'm serious, if you don't get off now-"
"nah, too lazy."
a frustrated sigh escapes his lips. kibum promptly turns on his heels and stalks into the bathroom, leaving the brunette alone in the living room.
after a few minutes of awkward silence, jonghyun shimmies off the couch and falls rather gracefully onto the floor before stumbling into the kitchen for a glass of water.
kibum slips into the living room as jonghun's busy with getting the ice out of the freezer and he plops down onto the leather couch, sighing as the warmth of the slight dip in the seat instantly relaxes his aching muscles. he kicks his legs onto the couch and lies there breathing in the other boy's lingering scent until jonghyun reappears, a deep pout set on his features when he spots kibum smiling coyly at him.
"sneaky," jonghyun mutters before he places his cup down on the table. and as kibum turns around and snickers, jonghyun takes the opportunity to spread his arms and lie on top of the raven, nearly suffocating him under his weight.
"jonghyun! move!"
"nah, too lazy."
o4. stop gaping at me like a goldfish ; jongtae
"hyung. please."
jonghyun snaps out of his reverie and blinks wildly at the lithe boy in front of him, with his hands on his hips and lips in a small pout. "honestly your eyes are ridiculously wide and you always gape when you space out. hasn't kibum-hyung told you that it's a really bad habit of yours?"
"sorry," jonghyun quickly mumbles before scurrying out of the kitchen and grabbing the notebook he had thrown onto the marble counter a while ago. taemin simply watches as jonghyun makes a sharp right and then backtracks down the other end of the hallway.
a few hours later taemin looks about for the baseball mitt and extra pillows that minho said he has in his room (because when one plays baseball in the living room he should always pad some of the valuables like television screens and lamps) and trips over a stack of paper in the middle of the floor. one glance and he can tell that it's jonghyun's. he kneels down and reads some of the scribbled words and phrases.
taemin leaves the room (without any of the pillows) feeling self-conscious of the way his hips sway and his hair frames his smooth jaws and takes note of his smiles and his lip-biting.
(needless to say, ten minutes later, kibum runs around the house with a dustpan and broomstick, yelling at minho and taemin about carelessness and how being so spacey and reckless will just result in the complete demolition of their entire dorm and a very unhappy manager.)
o5. brawn ; 2min
"good night."
recently, minho has become obsessed with working out and taemin can't help but feel quite lonely when he tosses and turns on the couch alone with nothing but the television buzzing lowly in the background during the afternoons.
he can't complain though when minho comes back with jonghyun, laughing and kidding around when he picks the auburn haired boy up and nearly tosses him over his shoulder, spinning them around and around and around until taemin pleads for mercy and for solid ground. he can't complain when minho wraps his strong arms around him and holds him still against the wall, pressing, peppering warm kisses along his jaw and on his cheeks.
sometimes arm wrestling hurts a lot more than it used to, but when minho smiles and keeps him close under the covers at night like right now, taemin decides that he kind of likes the change.
.end
a/n: i struggled. a lot. they ended up being lengthier than i wished but ugh, one day! one day. hope you guys enjoyed :)
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Key, Onew x Taemin, Jonghyun x Key, Jonghyun x Taemin, Minho x Taemin
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: in which one is able to see through the flaws of the other.
a/n: wanted to write drabbles again. used the prompt generator for the first three.
you love me anyway;
o1. fast food and the ability to not eat it anymore; onkey
"that is horrifying."
jinki looks up from the wrinkled yellow wrapper that is up to his nose and ketchup is probably smeared on his cheeks and nose but he picks his head up anyway and asks, "what."
kibum's face, oh, kibum's face. jinki can't help the giggle that spills from his teeth (in which little bits of pickles are stuck, kibum notes with much dread). "just what is your problem."
"your eating habits," kibum barely breathes, "and-i cannot even-"
jinki quickly swipes his bottom lip with a tongue and catches the rest of the mustard that his napkin (the bottom bun of his burger, of course) had missed. "don't worry about it. we'll burn it all off in bed."
"you are disgusting."
"oh, just eat your salad."
as kibum lifts the plastic knife that came with the plastic fork and plastic spoon in cheap plastic wrapping, jinki holds up a clean hand-cleaner than the other, at least-and mumbles something over the mouthful of fries he has in his mouth. he snatches the knife and fork from kibum's hand and begins to cut up bits of the salad because he knows that kibum hates opening his mouth wide (in public, at least; different story in bed).
once he's done he sets the utensils back down, smiles innocently, and then goes back to slurping down a cup of coke and sprite mixed together.
behind his napkin, kibum hides a shy smile.
o2. glass half-empty ; ontae
"ugh."
taemin glares at the glass of milk on the coffee table in their living room. jinki doesn't even look up from his book; he knows that taemin is disgruntled over something stupid again and the huffs and puffs of annoyance are enough to prove it.
"what is it this time, taemin-ah?"
"i'm almost done with my milk."
"then go get more from the fridge, i guess."
"can't," taemin grunts, "jonghyun-hyung drank the rest of it straight from the stupid carton." he throws up his arms with a shout of frustration before he curls up against his pillow again, "why can't i grow more, the doctor says i have a bit longer before i stop."
sighing, jinki gets up from the couch and taemin starts at the shift in weight. he glances up through his bangs to see jinki's retreating back, and before he can say anything jinki shuffles into the foyer with his slippers on and slams the door as he leaves.
he comes back fifteen minutes later with a nonchalant look on his face and he drops a black plastic bag on the coffee table next to taemin's finished cup. he then pulls on a smile. "drink."
hesitantly taemin reaches into the bag, rustles around a bit, before his fingers skirt something smooth and cool. he pulls out a carton of banana milk and nearly squeals.
"drink," jinki laughs softly, "and stop complaining for the night. you're the perfect height." he doubles over at the waist and softly kisses the top of taemin's head, stilling the boy in his shaking and squirming.
as jinki waddles away to the bedroom with his book tucked under his arm, taemin debates over his milk carton for a little, and then he drops it into his plastic bag and launches himself at jinki's back with a shout.
o3. lousy ; jongkey
"get off the couch already, jonghyun."
jonghyun muffles something into the pillow and the rapper only groans aloud. "i'm serious, if you don't get off now-"
"nah, too lazy."
a frustrated sigh escapes his lips. kibum promptly turns on his heels and stalks into the bathroom, leaving the brunette alone in the living room.
after a few minutes of awkward silence, jonghyun shimmies off the couch and falls rather gracefully onto the floor before stumbling into the kitchen for a glass of water.
kibum slips into the living room as jonghun's busy with getting the ice out of the freezer and he plops down onto the leather couch, sighing as the warmth of the slight dip in the seat instantly relaxes his aching muscles. he kicks his legs onto the couch and lies there breathing in the other boy's lingering scent until jonghyun reappears, a deep pout set on his features when he spots kibum smiling coyly at him.
"sneaky," jonghyun mutters before he places his cup down on the table. and as kibum turns around and snickers, jonghyun takes the opportunity to spread his arms and lie on top of the raven, nearly suffocating him under his weight.
"jonghyun! move!"
"nah, too lazy."
o4. stop gaping at me like a goldfish ; jongtae
"hyung. please."
jonghyun snaps out of his reverie and blinks wildly at the lithe boy in front of him, with his hands on his hips and lips in a small pout. "honestly your eyes are ridiculously wide and you always gape when you space out. hasn't kibum-hyung told you that it's a really bad habit of yours?"
"sorry," jonghyun quickly mumbles before scurrying out of the kitchen and grabbing the notebook he had thrown onto the marble counter a while ago. taemin simply watches as jonghyun makes a sharp right and then backtracks down the other end of the hallway.
a few hours later taemin looks about for the baseball mitt and extra pillows that minho said he has in his room (because when one plays baseball in the living room he should always pad some of the valuables like television screens and lamps) and trips over a stack of paper in the middle of the floor. one glance and he can tell that it's jonghyun's. he kneels down and reads some of the scribbled words and phrases.
taemin leaves the room (without any of the pillows) feeling self-conscious of the way his hips sway and his hair frames his smooth jaws and takes note of his smiles and his lip-biting.
(needless to say, ten minutes later, kibum runs around the house with a dustpan and broomstick, yelling at minho and taemin about carelessness and how being so spacey and reckless will just result in the complete demolition of their entire dorm and a very unhappy manager.)
o5. brawn ; 2min
"good night."
recently, minho has become obsessed with working out and taemin can't help but feel quite lonely when he tosses and turns on the couch alone with nothing but the television buzzing lowly in the background during the afternoons.
he can't complain though when minho comes back with jonghyun, laughing and kidding around when he picks the auburn haired boy up and nearly tosses him over his shoulder, spinning them around and around and around until taemin pleads for mercy and for solid ground. he can't complain when minho wraps his strong arms around him and holds him still against the wall, pressing, peppering warm kisses along his jaw and on his cheeks.
sometimes arm wrestling hurts a lot more than it used to, but when minho smiles and keeps him close under the covers at night like right now, taemin decides that he kind of likes the change.
.end
a/n: i struggled. a lot. they ended up being lengthier than i wished but ugh, one day! one day. hope you guys enjoyed :)