Mishaps
Title: Mishaps
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: "Are you even listening to yourself?"
A/N: What is this, I don't even. I feel like it's mostly a mess of words /sighs. Anyway, it's loosely based on this fancam and my theory of what was happening. For honey_x_flavor♥ sorry for the fail omg
Jinki isn't prone to vent to people, or even snap. If anything, he's known to be quite happy-go-lucky; that's what he's expected to do and he delivers. However, living up to these "promises" is hard to manage.
"Will you two shut it?" he asks irritated, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. Waiting for their turn to do rehearsals is one thing, but the sweat rolling down his forehead is the outcome of many other frustrations.
Two pairs of eyes turn towards him, focusing closely, and it unnerves him.
"Are you okay?" Taemin asks with knitted eyebrows and head cocked in concern, details which Jinki misses.
"Do I look like it?" irony is dripping off his tongue as he replies and he doesn't quite remember the last time he felt mean. His fingers reach up to massage his temples.
The younger boy moves his head back in surprise, mouth ready to question, when a third voice pipes in.
"He was just being nice," Minho shifts, eventually getting in between the two.
"No, he'd have been nice if he had stopped talking and went to fetch me a painkiller," Jinki harshly responds, words not even filtered before escaping from his lips. He feels like he's on autopilot, all his actions barely even conscious, as his nostrils flare.
Taemin frowns harder. "Are you even listening to yourself?" he asks, adopting that facial expression Kibum breaks into whenever he's in a fight.
He snorts sarcastically in return and feels Minho watch him. "If only! I wish I could hear me think, but it's hard to do with the two of you blabbing non-stop," he says, voice even louder. Jonghyun and Kibum, only a few steps away, pretend to be indifferent; they know better.
"If I didn't know you, I'd say you're drunk," Taemin admits with a disgusted face and Jinki feels pitiful.
"Oh, right, 'cause you've seen lots of intoxicated people," he lets out a fake laugh, but his voice is quickly drowned out by the other's yells.
"This is completely ridiculous! Find someone else to take it out on, I'm done," he shouts almost desperately, arms tense and moving rapidly in a display of anger. He barely registers Jinki flipping him off before he does a 180° and soon feels a tap on his shoulder.
Minho looks at him with disciplinary eyes, his palm signaling him to keep the volume down and relax. Taemin briefly steals a glance at Jinki's turned back and releases a sigh before looking forward again.
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They don't face each other during the rehearsal and they don't talk backstage.
Jinki faints midway through the performance.
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The next thing he sees mostly consists of darkness.
He's tucked into his bed, covers swallowing him, and a street lamp send soft light into the room, allowing him to make out outlines.
He hears footsteps and a switch being flipped, probably the bathroom bulb, but the sounds stop reaching his ears. A pause ensues, in which Jinki manages to tell apart a figure close to the doorway, slightly leaning towards the bedroom.
"I'm awake," he whispers despite the lack of really needing to, and the silhouette releases an "oh". As the person enters the room, his identity becomes obvious.
"Taemin-ah, I-" he starts off, but the boy sits on the edge of the bed, lifting his hand in a shushing manner.
"You should warn us when you feel that weak," he whispers back, leaning a bit further down in the meantime, "instead of just picking random fights."
Jinki sighs; how could he have ever acted like that, to Taemin, of all people. Guilt quickly catches up with him, making him realise how unfair he had been today. "You should know I didn't mean all that," he says and watches as the light from outside shines into the younger's eyes, illuminating his otherwise dark face.
"I do," the other nods slowly and the proximity finally registers in Jinki's mind.
"I'm sorry, honestly," his voice is calm and barely audible, but judging from the fact they're breathing into each other's faces, Taemin surely heard him.
"It's okay," the boy almost smiles and that draws Jinki's attention to his lips. He feels the urge to kiss him, even for a brief second, and it feels possible, so possible right now, up until the moment Taemin stands up.
He's just a figure, once again. "Sleep some more, we'll come in a little while, too," he's whispering again and Jinki sees him slightly brush is fingers against a bunk.
He nods in response, shifting on the mattress and his eyes trail Taemin's movements, before the younger completely disappears, bathroom door opening and closing.
He feigns sleep, that night, and only manages to get a few hours of shut-eye at dawn.
Author: moi
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: "Are you even listening to yourself?"
A/N: What is this, I don't even. I feel like it's mostly a mess of words /sighs. Anyway, it's loosely based on this fancam and my theory of what was happening. For honey_x_flavor♥ sorry for the fail omg
Jinki isn't prone to vent to people, or even snap. If anything, he's known to be quite happy-go-lucky; that's what he's expected to do and he delivers. However, living up to these "promises" is hard to manage.
"Will you two shut it?" he asks irritated, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. Waiting for their turn to do rehearsals is one thing, but the sweat rolling down his forehead is the outcome of many other frustrations.
Two pairs of eyes turn towards him, focusing closely, and it unnerves him.
"Are you okay?" Taemin asks with knitted eyebrows and head cocked in concern, details which Jinki misses.
"Do I look like it?" irony is dripping off his tongue as he replies and he doesn't quite remember the last time he felt mean. His fingers reach up to massage his temples.
The younger boy moves his head back in surprise, mouth ready to question, when a third voice pipes in.
"He was just being nice," Minho shifts, eventually getting in between the two.
"No, he'd have been nice if he had stopped talking and went to fetch me a painkiller," Jinki harshly responds, words not even filtered before escaping from his lips. He feels like he's on autopilot, all his actions barely even conscious, as his nostrils flare.
Taemin frowns harder. "Are you even listening to yourself?" he asks, adopting that facial expression Kibum breaks into whenever he's in a fight.
He snorts sarcastically in return and feels Minho watch him. "If only! I wish I could hear me think, but it's hard to do with the two of you blabbing non-stop," he says, voice even louder. Jonghyun and Kibum, only a few steps away, pretend to be indifferent; they know better.
"If I didn't know you, I'd say you're drunk," Taemin admits with a disgusted face and Jinki feels pitiful.
"Oh, right, 'cause you've seen lots of intoxicated people," he lets out a fake laugh, but his voice is quickly drowned out by the other's yells.
"This is completely ridiculous! Find someone else to take it out on, I'm done," he shouts almost desperately, arms tense and moving rapidly in a display of anger. He barely registers Jinki flipping him off before he does a 180° and soon feels a tap on his shoulder.
Minho looks at him with disciplinary eyes, his palm signaling him to keep the volume down and relax. Taemin briefly steals a glance at Jinki's turned back and releases a sigh before looking forward again.
------
They don't face each other during the rehearsal and they don't talk backstage.
Jinki faints midway through the performance.
------
The next thing he sees mostly consists of darkness.
He's tucked into his bed, covers swallowing him, and a street lamp send soft light into the room, allowing him to make out outlines.
He hears footsteps and a switch being flipped, probably the bathroom bulb, but the sounds stop reaching his ears. A pause ensues, in which Jinki manages to tell apart a figure close to the doorway, slightly leaning towards the bedroom.
"I'm awake," he whispers despite the lack of really needing to, and the silhouette releases an "oh". As the person enters the room, his identity becomes obvious.
"Taemin-ah, I-" he starts off, but the boy sits on the edge of the bed, lifting his hand in a shushing manner.
"You should warn us when you feel that weak," he whispers back, leaning a bit further down in the meantime, "instead of just picking random fights."
Jinki sighs; how could he have ever acted like that, to Taemin, of all people. Guilt quickly catches up with him, making him realise how unfair he had been today. "You should know I didn't mean all that," he says and watches as the light from outside shines into the younger's eyes, illuminating his otherwise dark face.
"I do," the other nods slowly and the proximity finally registers in Jinki's mind.
"I'm sorry, honestly," his voice is calm and barely audible, but judging from the fact they're breathing into each other's faces, Taemin surely heard him.
"It's okay," the boy almost smiles and that draws Jinki's attention to his lips. He feels the urge to kiss him, even for a brief second, and it feels possible, so possible right now, up until the moment Taemin stands up.
He's just a figure, once again. "Sleep some more, we'll come in a little while, too," he's whispering again and Jinki sees him slightly brush is fingers against a bunk.
He nods in response, shifting on the mattress and his eyes trail Taemin's movements, before the younger completely disappears, bathroom door opening and closing.
He feigns sleep, that night, and only manages to get a few hours of shut-eye at dawn.