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katrinawritesthings · 3 months

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Jonghyun/Taemin ; the pencil drawer thing I guess ; PG

you know when you're so anxious and your brain is full of bees so you need anything to help distract you and then your nice boyfriend just starts monologuing about every little thing that he has in his room

"I do radio, remember?" It's only been a couple of hours. He smiles again, reassuring. "You don't have to worry about it." "Yeah?" Taemin says. He rubs his palms into his eyeballs, grunting in the back of his throat. "Why don't you try to stop me."

"And this is my fancy expensive pen. I use this one when I'm signing things or voting or whatever. This is another lead pencil from high school. Oh, and this one is my little Charmander pencil I got for my birthday one time. See, it has little Charmanders on it? It used to have a Charmander eraser topper too, but I pulled that off and now she's on my dresser with all of my other Pokemon. I've never actually sharpened this one because I didn't want to ruin any of the Charmanders so it's still flat on top.

“This one is actually a paintbrush, but, like. Okay, so. I had one of those model dragon kits, right, and after I built her and painted her I threw away all of the stuff but I forgot to throw away the paintbrush. So then I was like, sure, I'll keep it. But then one day I got bored and I had a pencil sharpener and I was like, I wonder if I can sharpen the end of this. So I did. And now it's really pointy. It's like a tiny wooden stake. So if a vampire ever shows up I can shank it. But only if they're mean. If they're hot and nice then obviously I would let them fuck me. Another pink sharpie. I got this one because I thought my other pink sharpie was running out, but that one's not all the way gone yet, so–"

"Jonghyun?"

"Yes?" Jonghyun says pleasantly, not at all bothered about being interrupted. He smiles at Taemin on his bed, eyes closed, running his hands through his hair. He looks absolutely wretched; unwashed face, rumpled clothes, dark bags under his eyes, but at the same time he looks very much better than he was when he showed up this morning. He blearily opens his eyes, blinking through the bright light of the room until he can squint at Jonghyun.

"Is your throat okay?" he asks. "Like, your voice?" he bites his lip, worrying the several dark blood red spots already on it.

"What?" Jonghyun asks. "Yeah, of course," he says, tapping it gently with his sharpie. "I do radio, remember?" It's only been a couple of hours. He smiles again, reassuring. "You don't have to worry about it."

"Yeah?" Taemin says. He rubs his palms into his eyeballs, grunting in the back of his throat. "Why don't you try to stop me."

He's grinning as he says it, a joke about his own anxiety, but it's the first time that he's smiled since he got here, so Jonghyun doesn't mind the cheekiness in it. Instead, he just reaches and pinches Taemin's cheek. Predictably, Taemin puffs his cheek out to get his fingers away, grumbling as he rubs it with the back of his hand.

After, he sighs, deflating into the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes. Jonghyun pats his arm gently. He doesn't bother asking how he's feeling; obviously, he's still not doing super great. But he hasn't asked Jonghyun to keep talking again, so he's doing better enough that he doesn't need constant distraction. Jonghyun is kind of relieved; he'd already gone through all of his plushies, toys, scented candles, and empty notebooks. He was really grasping when he started going through his desk drawers and monologuing about everything in them.

"I'll go make you some tea," Taemin says. He pushes himself into a sitting position, and then, with a lot of grunts and wiggles, gets himself off of the bed. His hands still shake a little bit as he pushes his hair out of his face. Since he knows that Taemin will insist no matter what, Jonghyun pulls his lips up into his friendliest smile and nods thankfully.

He also touches Taemin's booty as he walks by. For his own health. Then he listens to Taemin walk down the hallway, waiting patiently for him to turn around and come back, and–

"Can you come with me?" Taemin asks, peeking around the doorframe.

"Yeah," Jonghyun agrees. Yeah he can. He stands up and follows Taemin into his kitchen, and then around his kitchen while he tries to make tea. Jonghyun drops kisses on his cheeks, touches his butt, noses smiles into his neck. Just to fluster him, just a little bit. When Taemin fills up a mug with water, Jonghyun does the same with a second one. "For you, too," he smiles.

He notices Taemin's fingers tapping restlessly on the counter as they watch the mugs rotate in the microwave, so he gets Taemin by the waist and pushes him gently towards the fridge. Reaching around him to point, he says, "I got these four magnets from my radio station. They give me one every year; like an employee thing. And this one I stole from my shitty roommate before I moved because he didn't deserve it. I bought this cute little ween from a horny artist online...." And he keeps going until the microwave dings at them.

Back in his room, both of them on his bed this time, Taemin dunks his tea bag up and down and Jonghyun watches his weird little fingers doing it. He's about to say something when Taemin takes a big breath and says something first.

"Thanks," he says. "Jonghyun." He's quiet for a moment, and then, again before Jonghyun can reply, says, "do you want to play a video game with me? Whatever you want. I just need to." He makes a vague grippy motion with his hand, then flattens it out and chops it down onto his thigh for emphasis. "Do something that isn't nothing. Constantly."

Understandable. Jonghyun doesn't have anxiety like he does, but Taemin has explained how it works to him before so he gets it. It makes sense that Taemin can't stand his own brain for 2 minutes when it's actively been in anxiety attack mode since last night.

"Sure," he says. He leans over Taemin to put his tea on his desk, and then leans even further over his lap to open the drawer underneath his pencil drawer. "When I was little and didn't understand the concept of being guilty about spending money, I got two DSes and both versions of every Pokemon game," he says, fumbling around until he grabs what he needs. He straightens up, smiling, with both consoles and his case of games. "We can play together and every time there's a rival battle we can battle each other, too."

"Oh, sweet," Taemin says. "Can we play black and white? Best generation." When he takes a console, his hands still shake, but only a little bit.

"Uh, if you're talking about the best generation, then I think you're pronouncing gold and silver wrong?" Jonghyun says pointedly. He shoots Taemin a challenging smile even as he opens up his game case and digs around for the right cartridges.

"Oh, fuck you, don't even," Taemin says back, but when he shoves Jonghyun's shoulder, he's laughing, so Jonghyun takes it as a win.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #Fluff #PG #Oneshot #ydw #I was like what if I describe exactly what's going on with Taemin and the situation and everything #But then I was like What if I didn't instead because I don't have to #He's just been in anxiety mode for like 16 hours straight #And after not sleeping all night he was like fuck it asking my new boyfriend if I can come over #And Jonghyun was like yeah sure dude if it will help I'll talk your ear off #They play Pokemon and argue about Johto vs Unova #Jonghyun is Right obviously and eventually Taemin gets over it

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