Drabble 1
Jinki was just tired. He had spent 3 hours in the van, and his body was sweating a lot. It had always been like this, ever since they debuted—going around the world to perform. They went and had a tour to Singapore then to Indonesia. Afterwards, they went back to Korea then the next day, held a concert in Japan. For SM Town 2011 they went to Paris and then went back straight to Japan.

He just felt so exhausted. His mind spun around in circles.

Wearily, he eyed s. Jonghyun slept peacefully on Key’s shoulder, Taemin curled up on his side with his earphones on, and Minho…Minho just sat there calmly, hugging his own legs while he rested his head on it.

Jinki’s thoughts drifted to random things, he thought of anything and everything just to hold in the exhausted cry that threatened to escape his lips. He thought about their next performance, about chicken, about Minho…Minho’s smile, Minho’s hair...

He pouted and shifted uncomfortably on his seat. His eyes narrowed when he felt his throb in pain, so sore from sitting down at the same potition for 7 hours. Worse, his tummy felt like it wanted to get rid of the fried chicken he just had hours ago.

“Hyung, are you alright?” concerned, big eyes stared at him.
“Umm...I...My b- is sore.” Jinki sighed then bit his lower lip. Studiously, he avoided the rapper’s questioning gaze.
“Geez hyung!” Minho chuckled. “Why didn’t you say so?” He moved his leg down from its former position. Jinki climbed to his lap and smiled, cuddling closer to Minho’s warm body. Jinki inhaled the familiar scent that is only Minho’s. Minho rubbed his back slightly and hummed something, more like Jinki’s lullaby.

Oh and if you’re wondering how Jinki survived the perils of everyday?
This is the answer.