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For: salted_taiyaki
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Snowfalls
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,442
Summary: Onew and Taemin celebrate the first snowfall of the winter.
“It's our belated Christmas snowfall.” Minho's low voice sticks to the stale air of his and Jonghyun's bedroom. His fingers grip the stiff tan curtains as he stares at the flurry.
“I guess the snow followed us back here from Japan,” Jonghyun answers from his bed.
Days ago they were trudging through the grey, shoe-printed slush in Tokyo, shielding their eyes from camera flashes and dodging hanging ornaments and wreaths.
Today they're home and listless, resorting to pampering Jonghyun to feel like useful products of society. Jonghyun is cooped up inside, flipping absently Kibum's fashion magazines to occupy his mind, as Taemin and Jinki attend to him. Kibum, Minho, Jinki and Taemin organized their kindness towards Jonghyun into shifts, and 9:30am to 11:00 is the shift Jinki and Taemin share. Since Jinki is sometimes incompetent and Taemin is a perma-brat towards Jonghyun, it was decided by higher powers (i.e. Minho and Kibum) that they share the duties instead of neglecting (Taemin) or botching (Jinki) their tasks.
Taemin and Jinki get up from their stations by Jonghyun's bed and move towards the blindingly white window. Minho walks towards Jonghyun's bed - it's 10:56, and his shift is about to begin. Taemin and Jinki share the space Minho occupied mere seconds ago and stare out into the city, down into the backyard of their building, where the snow is untouched.
“Well, your shift is over,” Jonghyun says to them. He chuckles. “Never thought Id' be the boss of you all, but this feels pretty damn good.” He leans back, rests his head on his hands and gets even more comfortable in his bed.
“Shut it, hyung, before I hurt your other leg,” Minho remarks as he fluffs the pillow underneath Jonghyun's injured leg.
Jonghyun chooses to ignore Minho's threat and continue with his train of thought. “You know, you all really don't have to do this. You guys are just bored and have nothing better to do since the internet went down.”
“Well, at least you know we aren't really this nice.” Minho keeps a serious face before he sticks his tongue out at Jonghyun, looking all of 12 years old.
Jinki fears the playful banter will lead into some sort of macho showdown between Minho and Jonghyun (he doesn't really understand how things work between those two) but he doesn't care because there is snow in their backyard that he and Taemin need to play in. Taemin is thinking the same thing as he tugs at Jinki's pajama sleeve and points at the backyard, his finger tapping the glass of the window. They nod, and Taemin darts out of the room.
Jinki turns around and smiles at Minho showing Jonghyun something on his phone, both of them seizing up in laughter. He takes this opportunity to get away. He waves for a millisecond and shuts the door behind him.
“Oh yeah, bye hyung!” Jinki hears Jonghyun say as he walks into his room to get ready. He throws on the items that'll provide him the most warmth; it's function over fashion for him today. He slips his hands into knit gloves and opens the bedroom door to make his way into the living room. He's stopped by a 120 pound roadblock. Taemin's in the hallway, attempting to squeeze into his snow boots without untying the laces.
“Maybe it'd be easier to get into them if you untied the laces,” Jinki offers.
Taemin looks up, mouth rounded into an expression Jinki finds adorable. “Too much work, hyung.” Jinki swears he can see the beads of sweat threatening to form on Taemin's forehead. He decides to let this one be, and steps over Taemin's lanky legs and into the living room. Kibum is sitting on the couch, thumbing through an issue of Maps.
“Hey, Taemin-ah and I are going downstairs to play in the snow, wanna join us?” Jinki offers. He doesn't realize how juvenile it sounds until the question hangs in the air unanswered.
Kibum finally answers as Taemin stumbles in, snow boots shoved onto his small feet. “No thank you, I'm not a fan of hypothermia.” Betraying the caustic air in his voice, he gives them a soft smile. “Try to stay warm, you two!”
Taemin grabs Jinki's gloved right hand. “Thanks hyung, we'llbebacksoondon'tworryaboutus, bye!” He drags Jinki behind him, races out the door (as Jinki attempts to keep up) and presses the button for the elevator five times.
Jinki looks down at their joined hands, then up Taemin's arm, then down to his boots. Taemin looks sleek, black circle scarf and peacoat, solid grey jeans and snow boots. Jinki looks down at his own outfit - inconspicuous jeans, a down-filled jacket (on top of a scarf, shirt, and undershirt), tattered snow boots and the penguin ski cap and matching gloves Taemin gave him in their hotel room on Christmas.
“I bought it here, so it's a souvenir, a gift, and a handy winter item all rolled into one.”
The elevator doors open and the two get in, Taemin taking small steps and Jinki striding in slowly.
The door closes and the elevator moves downs, 14 flights to the ground. Taemin leans his head back and grins.“Hyung, I can't remember the last time I played in snow.”
Jinki knows Taemin is just saying this to emphasize the importance of this moment, but Jinki has an answered for the unasked question. “Last January. You put snow in Jonghyun's hood and made a snow man that look like Kibum.”
Taemin laughs and looks at Jinki with a strange expression. “How do you manage to remember these things?” Jinki feels half proud, half embarrassed, and he doesn't have a good answer for Taemin's question.
Thankfully they reach the lobby before the silence becomes prolonged, and Taemin runs out towards the backyard entrance. “See you there, hyung!”
When Jinki opens the door to the entrance, he sees Taemin catching snowflakes on his tongue, oblivious to Jinki's appearance.
“Hopefully you won't be too full for breakfast,” Jinki shouts as he walks towards Taemin's bundled form. Taemin shuts his mouth and smiles at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He moves to the ground and places his back on the snow. “Jinki-hyung,” he looks up, “make a snow angel with me.”
Jinki lies down near Taemin, but far enough for their wings to stay distinct from each other.
Taemin moves his arms and legs slowly. Jinki tries to imitate Taemin's motions, but he does it with a little too much vigor, as his arms go too wide and his legs go awry.
Taemin jolts up and hops back to observe his work. “Get up, I wanna see how your came out.” Jinki presses his hands inside the perimeter of his snow angel to help himself up.
He stands shoulder to shoulder with Taemin. They look at their angels, noticing the differences between the two. Jinki thinks Taemin's angel looks like a result of years of practice. Jinki thinks his looks like an inebriated man decided to sleep in the snow and sprawl about.
“Hyung, your wings are fat.”
“Yeah, well.” Jinki steps forward and stomps all over the edges of Taemin's perfect wings, giving them an odd, clumpy shape. “Yours look like spilled curry.”
“Is that the best insult you can come up with?” Taemin walks over and pokes at Jinki's shoulder, but he can barely feel it through his jacket, vest, scarf, shirt and undershirt.
“I'm not good at insulting you,” Jinki sort-of lies. In truth, his tongue isn't that dull. He just hopes this makes Taemin guilty.
Taemin turns and steps in closer to Jinki. Taemin isn't guilty or repentant, but he is invading Jinki's space, which Jinki is beyond comfortable with. He pulls the wool of the penguin cap low over Jinki's eyes, and Jinki can feel his hair get messy in the back, but he can also feel Taemin's soft lips against his. The warmth is there for moments before it is replaced by the winter chill hitting his moistened lips. Jinki leans forward the tiniest bit, searching for that warmth again. He hears Taemin laugh, and he can see it through the tiny holes in his hat. “A little bit closer, hyung.”
Jinki takes a step forward, reveling in the softness underneath him and the softness before him, the chill in the air hitting his cheeks and the warmth from Taemin's hands seeping through the layers of their gloves.
“Perfect,” Taemin breathes into their air.
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Snowfalls
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,442
Summary: Onew and Taemin celebrate the first snowfall of the winter.
“It's our belated Christmas snowfall.” Minho's low voice sticks to the stale air of his and Jonghyun's bedroom. His fingers grip the stiff tan curtains as he stares at the flurry.
“I guess the snow followed us back here from Japan,” Jonghyun answers from his bed.
Days ago they were trudging through the grey, shoe-printed slush in Tokyo, shielding their eyes from camera flashes and dodging hanging ornaments and wreaths.
Today they're home and listless, resorting to pampering Jonghyun to feel like useful products of society. Jonghyun is cooped up inside, flipping absently Kibum's fashion magazines to occupy his mind, as Taemin and Jinki attend to him. Kibum, Minho, Jinki and Taemin organized their kindness towards Jonghyun into shifts, and 9:30am to 11:00 is the shift Jinki and Taemin share. Since Jinki is sometimes incompetent and Taemin is a perma-brat towards Jonghyun, it was decided by higher powers (i.e. Minho and Kibum) that they share the duties instead of neglecting (Taemin) or botching (Jinki) their tasks.
Taemin and Jinki get up from their stations by Jonghyun's bed and move towards the blindingly white window. Minho walks towards Jonghyun's bed - it's 10:56, and his shift is about to begin. Taemin and Jinki share the space Minho occupied mere seconds ago and stare out into the city, down into the backyard of their building, where the snow is untouched.
“Well, your shift is over,” Jonghyun says to them. He chuckles. “Never thought Id' be the boss of you all, but this feels pretty damn good.” He leans back, rests his head on his hands and gets even more comfortable in his bed.
“Shut it, hyung, before I hurt your other leg,” Minho remarks as he fluffs the pillow underneath Jonghyun's injured leg.
Jonghyun chooses to ignore Minho's threat and continue with his train of thought. “You know, you all really don't have to do this. You guys are just bored and have nothing better to do since the internet went down.”
“Well, at least you know we aren't really this nice.” Minho keeps a serious face before he sticks his tongue out at Jonghyun, looking all of 12 years old.
Jinki fears the playful banter will lead into some sort of macho showdown between Minho and Jonghyun (he doesn't really understand how things work between those two) but he doesn't care because there is snow in their backyard that he and Taemin need to play in. Taemin is thinking the same thing as he tugs at Jinki's pajama sleeve and points at the backyard, his finger tapping the glass of the window. They nod, and Taemin darts out of the room.
Jinki turns around and smiles at Minho showing Jonghyun something on his phone, both of them seizing up in laughter. He takes this opportunity to get away. He waves for a millisecond and shuts the door behind him.
“Oh yeah, bye hyung!” Jinki hears Jonghyun say as he walks into his room to get ready. He throws on the items that'll provide him the most warmth; it's function over fashion for him today. He slips his hands into knit gloves and opens the bedroom door to make his way into the living room. He's stopped by a 120 pound roadblock. Taemin's in the hallway, attempting to squeeze into his snow boots without untying the laces.
“Maybe it'd be easier to get into them if you untied the laces,” Jinki offers.
Taemin looks up, mouth rounded into an expression Jinki finds adorable. “Too much work, hyung.” Jinki swears he can see the beads of sweat threatening to form on Taemin's forehead. He decides to let this one be, and steps over Taemin's lanky legs and into the living room. Kibum is sitting on the couch, thumbing through an issue of Maps.
“Hey, Taemin-ah and I are going downstairs to play in the snow, wanna join us?” Jinki offers. He doesn't realize how juvenile it sounds until the question hangs in the air unanswered.
Kibum finally answers as Taemin stumbles in, snow boots shoved onto his small feet. “No thank you, I'm not a fan of hypothermia.” Betraying the caustic air in his voice, he gives them a soft smile. “Try to stay warm, you two!”
Taemin grabs Jinki's gloved right hand. “Thanks hyung, we'llbebacksoondon'tworryaboutus, bye!” He drags Jinki behind him, races out the door (as Jinki attempts to keep up) and presses the button for the elevator five times.
Jinki looks down at their joined hands, then up Taemin's arm, then down to his boots. Taemin looks sleek, black circle scarf and peacoat, solid grey jeans and snow boots. Jinki looks down at his own outfit - inconspicuous jeans, a down-filled jacket (on top of a scarf, shirt, and undershirt), tattered snow boots and the penguin ski cap and matching gloves Taemin gave him in their hotel room on Christmas.
“I bought it here, so it's a souvenir, a gift, and a handy winter item all rolled into one.”
The elevator doors open and the two get in, Taemin taking small steps and Jinki striding in slowly.
The door closes and the elevator moves downs, 14 flights to the ground. Taemin leans his head back and grins.“Hyung, I can't remember the last time I played in snow.”
Jinki knows Taemin is just saying this to emphasize the importance of this moment, but Jinki has an answered for the unasked question. “Last January. You put snow in Jonghyun's hood and made a snow man that look like Kibum.”
Taemin laughs and looks at Jinki with a strange expression. “How do you manage to remember these things?” Jinki feels half proud, half embarrassed, and he doesn't have a good answer for Taemin's question.
Thankfully they reach the lobby before the silence becomes prolonged, and Taemin runs out towards the backyard entrance. “See you there, hyung!”
When Jinki opens the door to the entrance, he sees Taemin catching snowflakes on his tongue, oblivious to Jinki's appearance.
“Hopefully you won't be too full for breakfast,” Jinki shouts as he walks towards Taemin's bundled form. Taemin shuts his mouth and smiles at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He moves to the ground and places his back on the snow. “Jinki-hyung,” he looks up, “make a snow angel with me.”
Jinki lies down near Taemin, but far enough for their wings to stay distinct from each other.
Taemin moves his arms and legs slowly. Jinki tries to imitate Taemin's motions, but he does it with a little too much vigor, as his arms go too wide and his legs go awry.
Taemin jolts up and hops back to observe his work. “Get up, I wanna see how your came out.” Jinki presses his hands inside the perimeter of his snow angel to help himself up.
He stands shoulder to shoulder with Taemin. They look at their angels, noticing the differences between the two. Jinki thinks Taemin's angel looks like a result of years of practice. Jinki thinks his looks like an inebriated man decided to sleep in the snow and sprawl about.
“Hyung, your wings are fat.”
“Yeah, well.” Jinki steps forward and stomps all over the edges of Taemin's perfect wings, giving them an odd, clumpy shape. “Yours look like spilled curry.”
“Is that the best insult you can come up with?” Taemin walks over and pokes at Jinki's shoulder, but he can barely feel it through his jacket, vest, scarf, shirt and undershirt.
“I'm not good at insulting you,” Jinki sort-of lies. In truth, his tongue isn't that dull. He just hopes this makes Taemin guilty.
Taemin turns and steps in closer to Jinki. Taemin isn't guilty or repentant, but he is invading Jinki's space, which Jinki is beyond comfortable with. He pulls the wool of the penguin cap low over Jinki's eyes, and Jinki can feel his hair get messy in the back, but he can also feel Taemin's soft lips against his. The warmth is there for moments before it is replaced by the winter chill hitting his moistened lips. Jinki leans forward the tiniest bit, searching for that warmth again. He hears Taemin laugh, and he can see it through the tiny holes in his hat. “A little bit closer, hyung.”
Jinki takes a step forward, reveling in the softness underneath him and the softness before him, the chill in the air hitting his cheeks and the warmth from Taemin's hands seeping through the layers of their gloves.
“Perfect,” Taemin breathes into their air.