gen, friendship!OnTae (Onew/Taemin), g
“Hyung,” he sat down on the opposite side of the table, “hyung, why does one love?”
A/N: You have no idea how happy I am to get this piece written, mostly because it's been like forever since I last wrote anything :) A very, very big thank you to x_saru_x and thundersquall for helping and giving advice ♥♥♥
|Jinki remembers it wasn't that long ago Taemin came to him, saying ”hyung” in a serious voice. Really, it hasn't been that much time, half a year - or perhaps a whole year ago. (Jinki doesn’t really remember anymore, time just seems to fly by and everything is pressed together in a mix of practice, fans, sore throats, joy and injuries.) |
“Hyung,” Taemin had said, and had Jinki just looked up from his magazine, he would have seen the way Taemin nervously chewed at his lip, “hyung.” Without lifting his eyes off the article, Jinki had made a noise in the back of his throat. “Hyung,” he had repeated, and Jinki had finally focused his attention on the younger.
There had been an awkward silence until Jinki made a small, fond noise. “You ask such complex stuff.”
“Then, what are you supposed to do?”
“You mean when you love somebody?” A smile had tugged at the corners of Jinki’s lips. “That one’s easier. Just follow your heart.”
(“You’re really not helping, you know,” Taemin had huffed and got a laugh in response.)
Down, down, down
“Hyung, what happens to love when one doesn’t love anymore?” Jinki sits up, leaning back on one elbow, gazing carefully at Taemin, taking in the way his eyes seem to harbor a bit more deep than they had a year ago and the way they seemingly look through him, the others, everything. “Hyung?”
It’s a silent day, one of the rare ones when they have the afternoon off. An old black-white movie is playing on the TV screen, neither of them really watching.
“What are you doing?” Jinki asks once he has entered the bathroom to brush his teeth and finds Taemin pouring something into the drain. Several empty glass bottles that Jinki doesn’t recognize as Taemin’s are lined up on the white, quite spotless surface.