오빠 / Oppa (Minji/Taemin)
Minji/Taemin (2NE1/SHINee)
G for absolutely nothing garnering a higher rating. Complete innocence \o/
NOTE: 오빠 is the kinship term used by girls to older brothers in their family or, in school/college, older boys not in their school year.
Since I started this I found out that despite being born in different years, Taemin and Minji/Minzy are actually in the same school year, basically rendering this ficlet invalid. I finished it anyway, because I hate leaving things undone, so let’s just pretend Minji has a later birthday for the sake of this fic ;D
For etoiledehier. I promise I’ll write better TaeMinji for you. With like, you know, actual written interaction.
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Taemin leaves SHINee’s dressing room before he has to get his makeup applied. He’s still got ten minutes before they’re done with everyone else, anyway, and he has to wait until his curls set properly, so he heads outside to escape the chaos of the dressing room for a little while, careful to put his headphones on upside-down so that the headband rests under his chin, leaving his curls untouched.
He’s listening to their song and practicing their dance moves in the corridor when he accidentally elbows someone and knocks them over (which isn’t that hard to do, considering their choreography). An apology is already halfway out his mouth when he turns around, pulling off his headphones, to see the youngest member of 2NE1 picking herself up from the floor.
“It’s okay!” She’s saying, waving off his apologies as she dusts off her leggings and adjusts her jacket, “That’s your dance, isn’t it?”
She finally looks up at him, all crescent-shaped beaming eyes under her heavy bangs, and Taemin’s heart feels weird in his chest, like someone’s reached in and squeezed it. He must have been practicing a little too vigorously, he thinks, and pulls at his t-shirt a little self-consciously.
“Yup,” he answers, then pauses a little in hesitation before asking, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Of course,” she reassures him, “It’s just a fall, I do it all the time when we dance. Oh,” she seems to remember her manners, “I’m Minji. It’s Taemin, right? SHINee.”
“Yup,” he repeats, ducking a little into a bow, and feels a little dumb, a little awkward. “It’s nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Um, about your group, I mean.” He mentally cringes in embarrassment. Gosh, he feels like such a dork - he must sound like one, too.
Minji doesn’t seem to care, though. “Are you a ’94 as well?”
“’93,” he corrects her.
“You’re my oppa, then. Please speak comfortably to me!”
A weird thrill goes through him when she says the honorific, and he fiddles with his numerous rubber bracelets as he finds himself saying, “You can too,” with a smile when she smiles at him. She’s not that much younger than him anyway, he figures.
“Could you show me some of your dance?” she asks eagerly, and Taemin can’t really say no to that, so he half-hums, half-sings softly as he demonstrates their signature ‘Juliette’ move with his arms and continues into the rest of the dance that they’ve practiced so much it’s practically ingrained into his joints - but stops, embarrassed, when he realizes he’s probably going too fast for her to keep up.
Instead of laughing or looking confused, however, Minji does an experimental sequence of steps that isn’t exactly their dance, but it’s pretty close, and she says, “Cool! Am I doing it right?”
“That’s really good! Just, the arms, the movement is a bit different-,” he does it again for her, and she follows his movements easily; Taemin suddenly remembers that of course it’s not too fast, she’s the dancer of 2NE1, and feels a little silly for thinking she couldn’t keep up with him.
His precious ten minutes pass in what feels like only seconds, with him teaching her their dance, singing under his breath to keep time, Minji laughing whenever she screws up, and Taemin unable to stop grinning the entire time (barring the pause when, in the middle of dancing, Minji blurts out, “You have a nice voice,” and they both avoid each others’ eyes, cheeks burning - Taemin doesn’t grin, then, though inside he’s cheering for himself, because - because all his singing practice has paid off, that’s why, not because Minji complimented him). It’s different talking to Minji - maybe it’s because she’s a girl, and he’s so used to hanging out with his hyungs 24/7, or maybe it’s because she’s practically his age, and a lot of the time Minho feels a lot more than just a year older than him. His other hyungs, when they’re not being serious, act like they’re younger than him.
In any case, he’s having a lot of fun - so much fun that when someone pokes their head out of a dressing room down the hall and calls out a questioning Minji-yah?, he feels a little disappointed that they don’t have more time to hang out. Who knows when they’ll see each other again - they’re both busy with their respective comebacks and debuts. Then again, maybe their schedules with music shows would coincide again - he brightens up at that thought - then remembers that 2NE1 are only performing once a week instead of the regular three times that most other groups perform.
Taemin thinks he catches that same disappointment that he feels on the expression that flits across Minji’s face, but then he blinks and it’s gone; she simply rolls her eyes with a “My unnies worry too much,” and Taemin knows exactly how she feels, says, “My hyungs are the same,” and her smile sends a little wriggle through his stomach, makes his heart feel a little too big in his chest.
“I better go before they come looking for me,” she grins, beginning to walk backwards down the hall as she adds, “Next time you can teach me the Replay dance - the noona one, okay?”
Next time… he feels his heart soar ridiculously at Minji’s words and nods eagerly.
“Let’s do well, Taemin-oppa! Fighting!” He’s grinning, can feel himself blush all the way down to his toes, as he bows back and replies with a hand gesture to accompany his own “fighting!” She turns and jogs back down the rest of the hallway, short hair bouncing, and turns back to wave at him with a grin before one of the other 2NE1 noonas comes out of their dressing room and pulls her in by the arm.
When he turns around, his face still stretched into an embarrassingly dorky grin, he almost jumps in shock at the sight of his band mates crowded in the doorway of their dressing room behind him. Kibum looks strangely misty-eyed by Jonghyun’s side and their leader is grinning so hard his eyes have disappeared. Minho, who’s leaning against the doorframe, is smiling a weird, knowing smile that makes Taemin uncomfortable, like he’s transparent or something.
“Taeminnie,” Jinki says, “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you oppa before!”
“Stop it,” Kibum yelps, and yep, those are definitely tears in his eyes. “Just stop it.” He roughly pushes Jinki (who just keeps grinning) and, with a loud sniff, turns to Taemin, crossing his arms and tossing back his head to glare at him.
“You’re not going to be dating.”
“Hyung!” If Taemin wasn’t blushing already, he certainly is now. “What- I’m not-”
“No dating, no holding hands, no hugging, no kissing-” Kibum is ticking off on his fingers all the things Taemin is most decidedly not allowed to do, according to Kibum. “-no talking for longer than five minutes, no texting-” “Hyung, I don’t have a phone-” “-no going into her dressing room-” Though he’s running out of fingers, he looks rather determined to continue until Jonghyun claps a hand over his mouth and Kibum makes an indignant noise in protest, struggling against the tight grip Jonghyun has around his waist.
“OW.” Jonghyun yelps, whipping his hand away from Kibum’s mouth, which is looking rather smug, and shakes it furiously, looking at Kibum in disbelief before he turns to the rest of them.
“He bit me! ...Eh, Taeminnie? Where did he go?”
Taemin took the brief moment of distraction to run into the washroom by their dressing room, and he’s standing before a sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. It still shocks him a little, seeing his hair red and curling behind his ears. His wide eyes are shining brightly in his pink face.
He turns on the cold water tap, cupping his hands underneath, and bends to splash water against his face. The water is nice and cold against his heated skin, and he lets it drip from his face for a few moments when he straightens up before grabbing a paper towel.
He’s scrubbing at his face when the washroom door opens. Taemin peeks over the edge of his paper towel into the mirror to see Minho enter, and shoves his face back into the damp paper, scrubbing furiously.
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pretends he didn’t hear him come in and jumps (maybe a little too much, judging by the expression on Minho’s face) when Minho places a hand on his shoulder. He looks up into the mirror at their reflections - Minho looks handsome, his arm around Taemin’s shoulders, whereas Taemin’s face is blotchy in parts from rubbing at the skin. He makes a face at the mirror - Minji probably wouldn’t even talk to him if she saw him like this; not that he cares, honestly, just girls in general wouldn’t want to talk to him - and Minho smiles ruefully.
“You know how Key-hyung gets, Taemin. He’s just worried that you’ll get distracted.”
“I don’t get distracted, hyung,” He crumples the paper towel in his hand and tosses it into the bin, “And there’s nothing distracting me anyway.” He pointedly does not look at Minho’s face, instead looking at his reflection closely in the mirror and attempting to fix the curls that are now sticking out comically over the front of his forehead. The stylist noonas will tell him off for getting them wet, Taemin thinks, as he leans back again with a resigned sigh. He hopes 2NE1 are on stage already, because he looks ridiculous. He bobs his head experimentally and the curls wiggle.
“Alright, I get it,” Minho says, a slightly amused tone in his voice, and places both his hands on Taemin’s shoulders, turning him away from the mirror and propelling him out of the bathroom. “Don’t worry about Minji, Taeminnie. I don’t think you’re actually her oppa, you’re in the same school year, aren’t you?”
Taemin tries to ignore the disappointment that comes back at Minho’s well-intended words of reassurance and replies with an only slightly grumpy, “How do you know these things, hyung?”
Minho just smiles in a way he probably thinks is mysterious (but which Taemin thinks is annoying) and drops the subject. Taemin follows him back to their dressing room, where, surely enough, the stylist noona grabs hold of him and plops him down in a chair to fix his curls, berating him all the while. Taemin gives her the shiniest eyes he knows how to do, and she gives up with a fond, “Ah, what will I do with you boys,” running her hand through his hair affectionately. Taemin’s already tuned her out, though, and is going through their schedule in his head and reminding himself of which days they have rehearsals at Inkigayo and Music Bank, and wonders which station 2NE1 are going to be performing at next.
…Just wondering, of course. It’s nice to have some company outside of the hyungs and noonas in his company, even if it is a little new and different, her being younger than him. Not many people call Taemin oppa - but he doesn’t think he minds when Minji does it.
G for absolutely nothing garnering a higher rating. Complete innocence \o/
NOTE: 오빠 is the kinship term used by girls to older brothers in their family or, in school/college, older boys not in their school year.
Since I started this I found out that despite being born in different years, Taemin and Minji/Minzy are actually in the same school year, basically rendering this ficlet invalid. I finished it anyway, because I hate leaving things undone, so let’s just pretend Minji has a later birthday for the sake of this fic ;D
For etoiledehier. I promise I’ll write better TaeMinji for you. With like, you know, actual written interaction.
.
Taemin leaves SHINee’s dressing room before he has to get his makeup applied. He’s still got ten minutes before they’re done with everyone else, anyway, and he has to wait until his curls set properly, so he heads outside to escape the chaos of the dressing room for a little while, careful to put his headphones on upside-down so that the headband rests under his chin, leaving his curls untouched.
He’s listening to their song and practicing their dance moves in the corridor when he accidentally elbows someone and knocks them over (which isn’t that hard to do, considering their choreography). An apology is already halfway out his mouth when he turns around, pulling off his headphones, to see the youngest member of 2NE1 picking herself up from the floor.
“It’s okay!” She’s saying, waving off his apologies as she dusts off her leggings and adjusts her jacket, “That’s your dance, isn’t it?”
She finally looks up at him, all crescent-shaped beaming eyes under her heavy bangs, and Taemin’s heart feels weird in his chest, like someone’s reached in and squeezed it. He must have been practicing a little too vigorously, he thinks, and pulls at his t-shirt a little self-consciously.
“Yup,” he answers, then pauses a little in hesitation before asking, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Of course,” she reassures him, “It’s just a fall, I do it all the time when we dance. Oh,” she seems to remember her manners, “I’m Minji. It’s Taemin, right? SHINee.”
“Yup,” he repeats, ducking a little into a bow, and feels a little dumb, a little awkward. “It’s nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Um, about your group, I mean.” He mentally cringes in embarrassment. Gosh, he feels like such a dork - he must sound like one, too.
Minji doesn’t seem to care, though. “Are you a ’94 as well?”
“’93,” he corrects her.
“You’re my oppa, then. Please speak comfortably to me!”
A weird thrill goes through him when she says the honorific, and he fiddles with his numerous rubber bracelets as he finds himself saying, “You can too,” with a smile when she smiles at him. She’s not that much younger than him anyway, he figures.
“Could you show me some of your dance?” she asks eagerly, and Taemin can’t really say no to that, so he half-hums, half-sings softly as he demonstrates their signature ‘Juliette’ move with his arms and continues into the rest of the dance that they’ve practiced so much it’s practically ingrained into his joints - but stops, embarrassed, when he realizes he’s probably going too fast for her to keep up.
Instead of laughing or looking confused, however, Minji does an experimental sequence of steps that isn’t exactly their dance, but it’s pretty close, and she says, “Cool! Am I doing it right?”
“That’s really good! Just, the arms, the movement is a bit different-,” he does it again for her, and she follows his movements easily; Taemin suddenly remembers that of course it’s not too fast, she’s the dancer of 2NE1, and feels a little silly for thinking she couldn’t keep up with him.
His precious ten minutes pass in what feels like only seconds, with him teaching her their dance, singing under his breath to keep time, Minji laughing whenever she screws up, and Taemin unable to stop grinning the entire time (barring the pause when, in the middle of dancing, Minji blurts out, “You have a nice voice,” and they both avoid each others’ eyes, cheeks burning - Taemin doesn’t grin, then, though inside he’s cheering for himself, because - because all his singing practice has paid off, that’s why, not because Minji complimented him). It’s different talking to Minji - maybe it’s because she’s a girl, and he’s so used to hanging out with his hyungs 24/7, or maybe it’s because she’s practically his age, and a lot of the time Minho feels a lot more than just a year older than him. His other hyungs, when they’re not being serious, act like they’re younger than him.
In any case, he’s having a lot of fun - so much fun that when someone pokes their head out of a dressing room down the hall and calls out a questioning Minji-yah?, he feels a little disappointed that they don’t have more time to hang out. Who knows when they’ll see each other again - they’re both busy with their respective comebacks and debuts. Then again, maybe their schedules with music shows would coincide again - he brightens up at that thought - then remembers that 2NE1 are only performing once a week instead of the regular three times that most other groups perform.
Taemin thinks he catches that same disappointment that he feels on the expression that flits across Minji’s face, but then he blinks and it’s gone; she simply rolls her eyes with a “My unnies worry too much,” and Taemin knows exactly how she feels, says, “My hyungs are the same,” and her smile sends a little wriggle through his stomach, makes his heart feel a little too big in his chest.
“I better go before they come looking for me,” she grins, beginning to walk backwards down the hall as she adds, “Next time you can teach me the Replay dance - the noona one, okay?”
Next time… he feels his heart soar ridiculously at Minji’s words and nods eagerly.
“Let’s do well, Taemin-oppa! Fighting!” He’s grinning, can feel himself blush all the way down to his toes, as he bows back and replies with a hand gesture to accompany his own “fighting!” She turns and jogs back down the rest of the hallway, short hair bouncing, and turns back to wave at him with a grin before one of the other 2NE1 noonas comes out of their dressing room and pulls her in by the arm.
When he turns around, his face still stretched into an embarrassingly dorky grin, he almost jumps in shock at the sight of his band mates crowded in the doorway of their dressing room behind him. Kibum looks strangely misty-eyed by Jonghyun’s side and their leader is grinning so hard his eyes have disappeared. Minho, who’s leaning against the doorframe, is smiling a weird, knowing smile that makes Taemin uncomfortable, like he’s transparent or something.
“Taeminnie,” Jinki says, “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you oppa before!”
“Stop it,” Kibum yelps, and yep, those are definitely tears in his eyes. “Just stop it.” He roughly pushes Jinki (who just keeps grinning) and, with a loud sniff, turns to Taemin, crossing his arms and tossing back his head to glare at him.
“You’re not going to be dating.”
“Hyung!” If Taemin wasn’t blushing already, he certainly is now. “What- I’m not-”
“No dating, no holding hands, no hugging, no kissing-” Kibum is ticking off on his fingers all the things Taemin is most decidedly not allowed to do, according to Kibum. “-no talking for longer than five minutes, no texting-” “Hyung, I don’t have a phone-” “-no going into her dressing room-” Though he’s running out of fingers, he looks rather determined to continue until Jonghyun claps a hand over his mouth and Kibum makes an indignant noise in protest, struggling against the tight grip Jonghyun has around his waist.
“OW.” Jonghyun yelps, whipping his hand away from Kibum’s mouth, which is looking rather smug, and shakes it furiously, looking at Kibum in disbelief before he turns to the rest of them.
“He bit me! ...Eh, Taeminnie? Where did he go?”
Taemin took the brief moment of distraction to run into the washroom by their dressing room, and he’s standing before a sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. It still shocks him a little, seeing his hair red and curling behind his ears. His wide eyes are shining brightly in his pink face.
He turns on the cold water tap, cupping his hands underneath, and bends to splash water against his face. The water is nice and cold against his heated skin, and he lets it drip from his face for a few moments when he straightens up before grabbing a paper towel.
He’s scrubbing at his face when the washroom door opens. Taemin peeks over the edge of his paper towel into the mirror to see Minho enter, and shoves his face back into the damp paper, scrubbing furiously.
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pretends he didn’t hear him come in and jumps (maybe a little too much, judging by the expression on Minho’s face) when Minho places a hand on his shoulder. He looks up into the mirror at their reflections - Minho looks handsome, his arm around Taemin’s shoulders, whereas Taemin’s face is blotchy in parts from rubbing at the skin. He makes a face at the mirror - Minji probably wouldn’t even talk to him if she saw him like this; not that he cares, honestly, just girls in general wouldn’t want to talk to him - and Minho smiles ruefully.
“You know how Key-hyung gets, Taemin. He’s just worried that you’ll get distracted.”
“I don’t get distracted, hyung,” He crumples the paper towel in his hand and tosses it into the bin, “And there’s nothing distracting me anyway.” He pointedly does not look at Minho’s face, instead looking at his reflection closely in the mirror and attempting to fix the curls that are now sticking out comically over the front of his forehead. The stylist noonas will tell him off for getting them wet, Taemin thinks, as he leans back again with a resigned sigh. He hopes 2NE1 are on stage already, because he looks ridiculous. He bobs his head experimentally and the curls wiggle.
“Alright, I get it,” Minho says, a slightly amused tone in his voice, and places both his hands on Taemin’s shoulders, turning him away from the mirror and propelling him out of the bathroom. “Don’t worry about Minji, Taeminnie. I don’t think you’re actually her oppa, you’re in the same school year, aren’t you?”
Taemin tries to ignore the disappointment that comes back at Minho’s well-intended words of reassurance and replies with an only slightly grumpy, “How do you know these things, hyung?”
Minho just smiles in a way he probably thinks is mysterious (but which Taemin thinks is annoying) and drops the subject. Taemin follows him back to their dressing room, where, surely enough, the stylist noona grabs hold of him and plops him down in a chair to fix his curls, berating him all the while. Taemin gives her the shiniest eyes he knows how to do, and she gives up with a fond, “Ah, what will I do with you boys,” running her hand through his hair affectionately. Taemin’s already tuned her out, though, and is going through their schedule in his head and reminding himself of which days they have rehearsals at Inkigayo and Music Bank, and wonders which station 2NE1 are going to be performing at next.
…Just wondering, of course. It’s nice to have some company outside of the hyungs and noonas in his company, even if it is a little new and different, her being younger than him. Not many people call Taemin oppa - but he doesn’t think he minds when Minji does it.