let the good times roll; ♥ [2/?]
Pairing(s): mainly Jongyu, with a side of Minkeeeeey! 8D
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Warnings: Cursing, weirdness, a plot that's completely twisted and awkward, giving SHINee jobs at the maaaaall, and yeah.
a/n: THIS WHOLE STORY IS FOR YOU GWYNNIE! ♥ I hope you like it, hon. :3
Capitulo.Dos
“Hey, Taemin, we brought you lunch!” Kibum sang happily, entering The Disney Store. Taemin had been covering someone else’s shift since about six that morning, and was practically lying across the counter when Kibum and Minho arrived (they were currently on their breaks too). “Hurhgaklsj.” the auburn haired boy replied, and Minho chuckled ruffling the boy’s hair, as he slowly rose from the dead. “Did Taylor not show up?” Kibum asked, setting the bag full of Kibum-like goodies next to the cash register, and a small display of Prince Naveen frog dolls promoting The Princess and the Frog movie. Taemin nodded, and yawned widely. “Yeah-again! Ugh, and Ashley wasn’t able to find someone to fill in for her other than me.” The youngest whined, before promptly tugging the bag towards him, and started scarfing down the contents.
Kibum scowled, and Minho leaned his back against the counter, scanning the practically empty store. Business wasn’t exactly booming. “Where’s Jinki-hyung?’ Taemin ventured to ask around a mouth full of peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Tilting his head back so that his hair fell past his shoulders, Minho rolled his eyes. “Eh, hyung said he was trying to get more hours.” Kibum chuckled softly, and leaned over to plant a small kiss on Minho's exposed throat, causing Taemin to playfully make a disgusted face. “Ew, get your lovey dovey cooties away from here.” Kibum shot him a glare, knowing full well Taemin was kidding, but scolded him anyway. “Yah, who exactly made that for you-” And so for the next fifteen minutes, Minho watched on as Kibum ranted and threatened Taemin about respecting people’s lovey dovey cooties; a small smile playing on his lips.
A few hours had already passed, but to Jinki it felt more like years. That was the problem with having the mall open on Sunday until eleven- people had school the next morning, and no one really wanted to stay around Sunday night anyway.
Sighing, the brunette scanned the racks and racks of CDs-and empty aisles. Jinki’s boss had already left, leaving him to close up shop; Taemin had come to see him earlier since he hadn’t had a break in the last seven hours. They had talked for a little bit before; mostly Taemin about Ashley but Jinki was use to it (and found it fucking adorable, no joke.). Pushing himself up out of his sprawled position on the cash register, and decided to take out the trash bin from the back, like his boss had droned on about-at least that’s what Jinki thought he was whining about. Shrugging he pushed his way past the swinging wood door that led to the back room.
Jinki gathered all the loose paper hanging around on the floor, and then took the trash bins from his boss’ office, and from the bathroom. He grunted slightly as he dragged the surprisingly heavy black trash bag towards the back door that led to the dumpster outside. “Urgh, seven seventy-five is not enough fucking money for me to be picking up after…” the brunette continued to rant colorfully tossing the black bag into the opening of the steel bin. Jinki turned on his heel, rubbing his hands on his jeans and was about to head back into the building when….
Something tugged inside his chest. He wasn't sure what it was-an urgency to find and protect…someone, swelled in his heart, pumping through his veins and freezing him to the spot. If he didn’t find that person, he would never forgive himself and-
“Who are you?” Jinki whirled around shooting an accusing glare at…darkness? Jinki blinked confused. But he knew someone had been there, right? Scratching his head slightly, Jinki shrugged it off as just not enough sleep. He turned back, fully intent on going back in and closing up shop, but ended up locking eyes with a pair of deep, so very deep chocolate eyes. “What the fuck?” Jinki stumbled back, eyes widening. Why was there an insanely attractive, not to mention completely naked boy standing in front of him? “Who are you-are you hurt?” Jinki asked, quickly diverting his eyes away from the boy’s body, cheeks flushing. The boy tilted his blonde head slightly, eyes calculating, taking Jinki in slowly. Almost…tenderly.
“Lee Jinki, I require your help.”
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Warnings: Cursing, weirdness, a plot that's completely twisted and awkward, giving SHINee jobs at the maaaaall, and yeah.
a/n: THIS WHOLE STORY IS FOR YOU GWYNNIE! ♥ I hope you like it, hon. :3
Capitulo.Dos
“Hey, Taemin, we brought you lunch!” Kibum sang happily, entering The Disney Store. Taemin had been covering someone else’s shift since about six that morning, and was practically lying across the counter when Kibum and Minho arrived (they were currently on their breaks too). “Hurhgaklsj.” the auburn haired boy replied, and Minho chuckled ruffling the boy’s hair, as he slowly rose from the dead. “Did Taylor not show up?” Kibum asked, setting the bag full of Kibum-like goodies next to the cash register, and a small display of Prince Naveen frog dolls promoting The Princess and the Frog movie. Taemin nodded, and yawned widely. “Yeah-again! Ugh, and Ashley wasn’t able to find someone to fill in for her other than me.” The youngest whined, before promptly tugging the bag towards him, and started scarfing down the contents.
Kibum scowled, and Minho leaned his back against the counter, scanning the practically empty store. Business wasn’t exactly booming. “Where’s Jinki-hyung?’ Taemin ventured to ask around a mouth full of peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Tilting his head back so that his hair fell past his shoulders, Minho rolled his eyes. “Eh, hyung said he was trying to get more hours.” Kibum chuckled softly, and leaned over to plant a small kiss on Minho's exposed throat, causing Taemin to playfully make a disgusted face. “Ew, get your lovey dovey cooties away from here.” Kibum shot him a glare, knowing full well Taemin was kidding, but scolded him anyway. “Yah, who exactly made that for you-” And so for the next fifteen minutes, Minho watched on as Kibum ranted and threatened Taemin about respecting people’s lovey dovey cooties; a small smile playing on his lips.
A few hours had already passed, but to Jinki it felt more like years. That was the problem with having the mall open on Sunday until eleven- people had school the next morning, and no one really wanted to stay around Sunday night anyway.
Sighing, the brunette scanned the racks and racks of CDs-and empty aisles. Jinki’s boss had already left, leaving him to close up shop; Taemin had come to see him earlier since he hadn’t had a break in the last seven hours. They had talked for a little bit before; mostly Taemin about Ashley but Jinki was use to it (and found it fucking adorable, no joke.). Pushing himself up out of his sprawled position on the cash register, and decided to take out the trash bin from the back, like his boss had droned on about-at least that’s what Jinki thought he was whining about. Shrugging he pushed his way past the swinging wood door that led to the back room.
Jinki gathered all the loose paper hanging around on the floor, and then took the trash bins from his boss’ office, and from the bathroom. He grunted slightly as he dragged the surprisingly heavy black trash bag towards the back door that led to the dumpster outside. “Urgh, seven seventy-five is not enough fucking money for me to be picking up after…” the brunette continued to rant colorfully tossing the black bag into the opening of the steel bin. Jinki turned on his heel, rubbing his hands on his jeans and was about to head back into the building when….
Something tugged inside his chest. He wasn't sure what it was-an urgency to find and protect…someone, swelled in his heart, pumping through his veins and freezing him to the spot. If he didn’t find that person, he would never forgive himself and-
“Who are you?” Jinki whirled around shooting an accusing glare at…darkness? Jinki blinked confused. But he knew someone had been there, right? Scratching his head slightly, Jinki shrugged it off as just not enough sleep. He turned back, fully intent on going back in and closing up shop, but ended up locking eyes with a pair of deep, so very deep chocolate eyes. “What the fuck?” Jinki stumbled back, eyes widening. Why was there an insanely attractive, not to mention completely naked boy standing in front of him? “Who are you-are you hurt?” Jinki asked, quickly diverting his eyes away from the boy’s body, cheeks flushing. The boy tilted his blonde head slightly, eyes calculating, taking Jinki in slowly. Almost…tenderly.
“Lee Jinki, I require your help.”