Oh my god. Steris and Wax seem different but they’re actually very similar. They both had similar sister issues. Their sisters are social butterflies while they’re socially awkward. They’re both stubborn in their ways; which makes them outsiders in high society but they don’t really care about what people think of them. They’re adorable dorks. They describe each other as fire related things.
shinee ships shinee ships pairing: ot5+ genre: humor, crack, band au rating: pg-13 (droppin’ f bombs) word count: 1340 summary: shinee’s a little drunk & jonghyun wants to know what’s minho’s favorite ship a/n: so this is the ot5/jinki i was talking about threeish weeks ago. since then they’ve literally gotten drunk & hung out as a group so basically i made that happen with my little wip. you’re welcome. special thanks to @bpash89 for trying to help me make this better & wholly succeeding with her suggestion for jinki to give That Response. #yes
the air is cool & a
slight breeze blows against the flames of their campfire where they sit on logs
set up up in a ‘u’ shape. it’s only been
an hour but taemin’s already screamed three times, mistaking bits of ash for
bugs, his body folded in half with his bottle in one hand & the other on
jinki’s arm, head on his shoulder.
jonghyun sits next to jinki on a log shared with kibum & minho has
his own perch directly across from taemin.
the group began drinking
long before they sat down, a day at the beach spent in the sun, sand, &
surf culminating with everyone a little drunk around a roaring fire. jonghyun is the most plastered & jinki
the least, everyone else falling somewhere in-between.
“truth or dare.” jonghyun’s the one who asks, his words a
little slurred & his eyes blinking sleepily. taemin snorts & jinki rolls his eyes, kibum
ignores the group & minho sits up a little straighter.
“what’s your favorite
“pairing. fandom pairing. us.”
jonghyun gestures at the others with a finger pointed to the sky,
looping around three times before it falls limply against his thigh.
minho takes a sip from his
log, the one closest to the campfire.
the stick in his hand, meant for stoking the flames, pushes against the
dirt as he thinks.
“i like all my ships. i love all of you. i love shinee.”