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#jink is taems older brother but they got into a huge fight three years ago
bubltae · 6 years
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ugh i’ve given up on pretty fics and display here is some short shit about wheelchair!taemin and kibum gets the wrong idea about him and jjong
“damn it hyung, i like you staying and all but you need to do some fucking laundry, jesus christ,” taemin shouts from the threshold of the guest bedroom aka jonghyun’s ‘most-of-the-time room’.”
jonghyun, from the kitchen about twenty feet away, winces. “i’m right here. you don’t need to shout,” he grumbles. he tries to reach for the cinnamon on the top shelf but can’t reach, so he resorts to climbing up on the counter. “who put the cinnamon up there?”
taemin shrugs. “kibum hyung said he came over yesterday but no one was here. maybe he reorganized all of my shit that you moved around.”
jonghyun mutters something about kibum “fucking messing things up” to which taemin retorts with a “you don’t technically live here, hyung.”
“can you please just do some laundry? if you’re gonna quote and quote live here, then pick up after yourself. it’s not like i can do it myself,” taemin deadpans. he wheels over to his own room and shuts the door.”
“fuck,” jonghyun mumbles. he gets off the counter and actually dumps his laundry in a bin to take downstairs. he moves over to taemin’s room and knocks. “do you have laundry?”
taemin opens the door and points to a basket in the corner. jonghyun dumps it in his own and takes it out. he’s lucky taemin’s apartment has a laundry room on the bottom floor, the floor taemin lives on.
when he arrives, someone is already occupying the room and jonghyun is struggling to remember his name. the guy hears jonghyun enter and smiles.
“hi jonghyun hyung,” he says. jonghyun freezes. shit. he doesn’t remember him.
“hi,” jonghyun squeaks.
the guy laughs. “it’s okay if you don’t remember me. i’ve only talked to you a couple of times.”
jonghyun exhales. “was i that obvious?”
“you looked like taemin whenever i walk in his room looking at fucking porn. deer in a headlights. i’m kibum, by the way.”
oh. jonghyun remembers now. kibum is taemin’s childhood friend. jonghyun thinks he lives in the building, somewhere.
kibum’s smile faulters just a bit. “speaking of taemin, i know you hang out in his apartment a lot but please don’t like, fuck him or anything. i’d really hate to hear that, for reasons more than just the two of your hooking up,” kibum says, stressing the ‘really’ in his sentence.
jonghyun’s face turns red and he knows it. “oh nonono no. it’s not like that. i just like being there. i swear i wouldn’t sleep with him.”
“but you do like him, right?” kibum asks, tentatively.
jonghyun can’t read his expression. he knows that kibum and taemin are practically like brothers, meaning that kibum would die before anything happens to taemin. he gulps as quietly as he can. “a-as a friend, yes.”
“for fuck’s sake jonghyun, you know what i mean,” kibum seethes. he didn’t even call him hyung which means he’s being fucking serious. jonghyun starts to panic.
he puts his slightly trembling hand behind his back. “yeah...” he feels like passing out.
kibum’s face softens just a bit. “just take care of him please. you see him more than i do. just, don’t do anything you’d regret and don’t just leave him suddenly.”
jonghyun nods. “absolutely, y-yeah. he told me what happened with minho... so i know.”
kibum bites his lips and jonghyun doesn’t continue. “i wouldn’t bring that up again.” he laughs nervously. “but all jokes aside, i appreciate you looking after him. taemin says he can take care of himself but i know he struggles on his own.”
jonghyun doesn’t reply. kibum thanks him and leaves, letting jonghyun continue throwing his laundry in the nearest washing machine. he shuts the door, starts it up and heads back upstairs.
something is tingling in the back of his mind. he loves taemin, as a friend mostly, but he’s afraid of doing something drastic. it’s not like he lives there all the time, but taemin’s so fucking cute and jonghyun is horny sometimes damn it. jonghyun thinks about jinki, taemin’s older brother. taemin says he hasn’t seen him in a couple of years due to a fight but jonghyun wonders if he’d be a better roommate (kind of) for the young pink haired boy around the corner.
it fills his heart with a dull ache.
he pushes the apartment door open to see taemin with a guitar and jonghyun’s recording keyboard. it’s resting on his dying coffee table, next to taemin’s wheelchair.
“hyung, help. i got inspiration for a song. help me write it,” taemin says, looking down at the guitar and strumming various chords. he taps a few piano keys before gesturing for jonghyun to join him.
jonghyun smiles and his lingering thoughts start to fade. he doesn’t bring up jinki, or the possibility of anyone else staying with taemin. “of course.” the smile can practically be heard in his voice, even if taemin’s not looking at him.
i mean, who doesn’t get horny for their best friend every once in a while?
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