red apples [drabble]
Title: red apples
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 761
Summary: one morning, jinki wakes up and thinks he sees snow white.
a/n: because i need to write. i'm stuck with chapters/other one shots and i just want to submit something small.
red apples;
when jinki wakes up, it's just a little over half past five, and he congratulates himself for waking up before jonghyun. but the excitement doesn't last too long when he realizes that every single muscle and its joint in his body are throbbing and throbbing in dissent. he groans aloud into his pillow and tries to fend off the nagging blue light cracking through the curtains by covering himself up again with his blanket. it had managed to bunch up by his feet and then spill over onto taemin's bed, the damn thing, which must've been why he woke up so early.
(at least, that's what he tells himself, when in fact it was because he had collapsed onto his bed at six forty the previous night, and that chicken hasn't exactly settled right.)
jinki moves, stretches his arms high above his head, making sure not to hit kibum who is pretty close to inching over their well-established border, and with a loud sigh he drops his arms by his sides. before he knew it the sun had begun to peek over the horizon and with that jinki knew he had to get up.
but when he turned over to his side (the usual three step process: roll to side, twist body for head to face foot of the bed, and slide off) he freezes. he's not sure if it's the coke and sprite from last night but he swears, he swears he sees that princess girl with the apples sleeping in front of him.
(jinki racks his head. snow white. right.)
a few seconds of his blank staring at the pale skin and beautifully red lips pass and jinki catches onto the fact that it's not snow white, but taemin. taemin with his short, black hair. taemin with his natural, sleepy smile. taemin with his princess-y looks.
jinki giggles to himself.
jinki shuffles over and props his head up with his arms so he can stare down at the boy still sleeping. there's a striking resemblance, with the bowl cut. (sometimes jinki wonders how they can just revert a grown adolescent to a thirteen year old boy like that.) and the soft glow that dusts the boy's cheeks and ears just makes him seem even more royal. jinki smiles.
as jinki softly grazes his fingers along taemin's face he feels his own face flare. the boy's precious, still precious after knowing him for nearly five years.
of course, over the past five years he's seen his fair share of things that would make taemin anything but cute or adorable. he's seen taemin throw fits over hair dye and burning straighteners, witnessed him complain about tight jeans and short skirts, been victim to taemin's stubborn arguments and broody remarks.
jinki almost sighs again at the thought.
but, jinki finds his grin again, over the past five years jinki's also learned to love taemin despite his teenage moodiness. he's heard taemin's determined and improving singing, noticed his straightforwardness and in it, his good intentions, felt the silent respect for him.
and the secret kisses.
jinki squirms. he still doesn't know if it's because the younger boy's hormonal or just in love but every once in a while when jinki's on the brink of sleep he feels taemin's shadowy figure loom over him for a split second and then-a kiss, and, done. with a sigh jinki begins to pull back before he glances back down and stares at the sleeping face once more.
that isn't to say he hasn't fallen in love, of course. a quick frown later and jinki is back, hovering over taemin's small face, and then he plants one right on the corner of taemin's lips with his own lips curved up in a self-satisfied smile.
when jinki pulls back, taemin's eyes flutter open, staring at the leader straight in his panic-struck eyes, and jinki thinks he feels last night's chicken flapping around in his stomach, almost up his throat.
but not a syllable falls from jinki's lips before taemin's arms hook around his neck and bring him down so their lips are crashing in a not too graceful manner. jinki wonders if this was how the story of snow white went, shrugs his shoulders as soon as the thought ends, and then kisses the boy underneath him back.
sadly, though, when they break apart for a shaky breath and nervous chuckles, there aren't any cheering dwarfs and deer leaping through the forest grounds with flowers tangled in their antlers.
nope, just an angry kibum armed with four pillows.
a/n: something very short because, again, i gotta get myself out of this slump hahaha. but yeah idk i hope you enjoyed this! i kinda liked writing it.
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 761
Summary: one morning, jinki wakes up and thinks he sees snow white.
a/n: because i need to write. i'm stuck with chapters/other one shots and i just want to submit something small.
red apples;
when jinki wakes up, it's just a little over half past five, and he congratulates himself for waking up before jonghyun. but the excitement doesn't last too long when he realizes that every single muscle and its joint in his body are throbbing and throbbing in dissent. he groans aloud into his pillow and tries to fend off the nagging blue light cracking through the curtains by covering himself up again with his blanket. it had managed to bunch up by his feet and then spill over onto taemin's bed, the damn thing, which must've been why he woke up so early.
(at least, that's what he tells himself, when in fact it was because he had collapsed onto his bed at six forty the previous night, and that chicken hasn't exactly settled right.)
jinki moves, stretches his arms high above his head, making sure not to hit kibum who is pretty close to inching over their well-established border, and with a loud sigh he drops his arms by his sides. before he knew it the sun had begun to peek over the horizon and with that jinki knew he had to get up.
but when he turned over to his side (the usual three step process: roll to side, twist body for head to face foot of the bed, and slide off) he freezes. he's not sure if it's the coke and sprite from last night but he swears, he swears he sees that princess girl with the apples sleeping in front of him.
(jinki racks his head. snow white. right.)
a few seconds of his blank staring at the pale skin and beautifully red lips pass and jinki catches onto the fact that it's not snow white, but taemin. taemin with his short, black hair. taemin with his natural, sleepy smile. taemin with his princess-y looks.
jinki giggles to himself.
jinki shuffles over and props his head up with his arms so he can stare down at the boy still sleeping. there's a striking resemblance, with the bowl cut. (sometimes jinki wonders how they can just revert a grown adolescent to a thirteen year old boy like that.) and the soft glow that dusts the boy's cheeks and ears just makes him seem even more royal. jinki smiles.
as jinki softly grazes his fingers along taemin's face he feels his own face flare. the boy's precious, still precious after knowing him for nearly five years.
of course, over the past five years he's seen his fair share of things that would make taemin anything but cute or adorable. he's seen taemin throw fits over hair dye and burning straighteners, witnessed him complain about tight jeans and short skirts, been victim to taemin's stubborn arguments and broody remarks.
jinki almost sighs again at the thought.
but, jinki finds his grin again, over the past five years jinki's also learned to love taemin despite his teenage moodiness. he's heard taemin's determined and improving singing, noticed his straightforwardness and in it, his good intentions, felt the silent respect for him.
and the secret kisses.
jinki squirms. he still doesn't know if it's because the younger boy's hormonal or just in love but every once in a while when jinki's on the brink of sleep he feels taemin's shadowy figure loom over him for a split second and then-a kiss, and, done. with a sigh jinki begins to pull back before he glances back down and stares at the sleeping face once more.
that isn't to say he hasn't fallen in love, of course. a quick frown later and jinki is back, hovering over taemin's small face, and then he plants one right on the corner of taemin's lips with his own lips curved up in a self-satisfied smile.
when jinki pulls back, taemin's eyes flutter open, staring at the leader straight in his panic-struck eyes, and jinki thinks he feels last night's chicken flapping around in his stomach, almost up his throat.
but not a syllable falls from jinki's lips before taemin's arms hook around his neck and bring him down so their lips are crashing in a not too graceful manner. jinki wonders if this was how the story of snow white went, shrugs his shoulders as soon as the thought ends, and then kisses the boy underneath him back.
sadly, though, when they break apart for a shaky breath and nervous chuckles, there aren't any cheering dwarfs and deer leaping through the forest grounds with flowers tangled in their antlers.
nope, just an angry kibum armed with four pillows.
a/n: something very short because, again, i gotta get myself out of this slump hahaha. but yeah idk i hope you enjoyed this! i kinda liked writing it.