Title: 22 Reasons Why We Don't Sleep
Author: Jaelyn Park
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Pairing(s): Minho/Krystal
Fandom: SHINee/f(x)
Summary: 22 reasons why Minho and Krystal are awake until the early hours of the morning.
A/N: Cut down from 50 reasons why. Reasons from tumblr. A pretty crappy and old fic I had sitting on my USB, it's dusty. And incredibly cheesy and iskdgkdnnotmystyle, but hey. Who said I was a good writer? Excuse any mistakes.
22 Reasons Why We Don't Sleep
- We don’t want to.
Minho doesn’t know why Krystal hated going to bed early, despite the fact that her schedule starts at 5 in the morning, and finish at midnight. He insists for her to go to bed but she refuses (again). Must be the time zones or something.
- Our bodies are tired but our minds are awake.
Victoria had almost fainted when she opened the door at 2AM to a tall man wearing sunglasses and a dark hoodie pulled over his head with his hands stuffed into his pockets, until he took them off, revealing Minho’s familiar face. She cursed under breath (“Why can’t Khun do this for me, too?”) before stumbling back into her room. 5 minutes later, Krystal is curled up against Minho’s solid chest with his arms around her, talking quietly about little things.
- When we sleep, when can we stalk tumblr?
Onew had a “secret” crush on Luna ever since they did Beauty & the Beast together. Minho padded past him on the laptop to get a glass of water; he was looking at the photos on fuckyeahfx, pausing at extensive amounts of time on the pictures of Luna. A picture of Krystal came up, Onew paused and looked back at Minho and said “She’s really pretty, Minho. You’re lucky. But she doesn’t have mind-blowing vocals like Luna.”
- We’re tired of dreaming.
[2:32AM: 1 new message]
Krystalk3: are you awake?
Minho-oppa~: no (:
Krystalk3: you’re stupid D:
Minho-oppa~: i love you too. ^^
Krystalk3: i miss you.
Minho-oppa~: i wish you were here with me.
- We are insomniacs.
“I think we’re insane.”
“We did you figure? What normal person stays up until 3AM when they’ve got things to do at 5?”
Krystal laughs her musical laugh, which sounds distorted over the phone, but still manages to put a smile on Minho’s face.
- We’re waiting on an apology that won’t come.
Krystal sat cross-legged on her bed, facing the wall. "Be reasonable," he said from the door. She ignored Minho and continued staring at the blank, white wall. Maybe when she had free time, she'd decorate it. "You can be so immature," he muttered before she heard the creak of the floorboard, telling her that he was gone.
- We don’t want our thoughts to turn into dreams to turns into our nightmares.
It wasn’t the first time that Krystal saw Minho flirting with other girls, but when he saw him with his arm around Yuri-unnie’s shoulder – it hit her like a train. What would happen if he dumped her for their prettier, sexier sunbae? She told Luna about this, and Luna just shook her head.
“Get a grip, Soojung-ah. I’ve never seen anyone look at you the way Minho does…and it’s damn creepy.”
- ‘Cause we ain’t dead yet.
Minho answers the door at 1AM, rubbing his eyes from sleep. In front of him was Krystal, bundled up in a big coat and scarf, grinning up at him. It was snowing lightly outside.
“Krystal…what are you doing?”
Her grin gets even bigger and she chucks her scarf in his face, “The night is young, Minho, and so are we.” She grabs his hand and pulls him outside before he even puts his shoes on.
- We’re afraid we might miss out on something that will change our life.
She still remembers staying up until 4am with Jessica, watching F.I.N.K.L on some random korean channel they had installed on their television. Jessica pointed at one of the girls onscreen and said, “One day, I'll be on TV and I will be famous and I'll will have fans sending me presents.” The week after, Jessica had convinced their parents to audition for SM.
- We’re waiting for someone to talk to us first.
Krystal sat at the dinner table in their dorm, chin rested upon folded arms, eyes narrowed at the lone cellphone placed in front of her. Ring, dammit, ring.
- We watch scary movies at night.
“Oppaaaaa~” Krystal whined, clinging on to Minho’s arm.
“C’mon Krystal, it’s not that scary!”
The screen went dark, and it was eerily silent. Suddenly, a ghastly deteriorated head appeared on the screen. Minho yelped.
- Because of Xbox 360.
“I don't know why you always insist for a rematch, we all know who's going to win.”
“Ha ha ha, I let you win on purpose because I pity you.”
- Cool people live in a totally different time zone; we stay up to catch them.
When f(x) left for Africa for their photoshoot, Minho was like the walking dead in the morning, compared to his usual lively let's-go-for-a-run self. “Why?” their manager-hyung asked. “Krystal-ssi,” they replied and then everything made sense.
- We’re star gazing.
“You know, there’s one new star out here tonight.”
“Really now?”
“Of course. It shines brighter than the rest.”
“And what’s the name of the fabulous star?”
“Krystal Jung.”
- We have no bed.
When f(x) first moved into their dorm, it was completely empty. The girls decided that they could either sleep on the floor or not sleep at all. Krystal, being Krystal, stayed up all night talking to Amber about how much fun their debut would be. Turns out the SHINee oppas had the same problem with no beds…
- We’re on the phone.
He leaned against the door of the bathroom, his phone pressed to his ear.
“Soojungie, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to talk in the bathroom in the middle of the night…it echoes.”
She giggles, and Minho can imagine her just waving it off with her hand.
“Yeah, but exactly what can they do about it?”
”Kibum would stop feeding me.”
”Kibum would stop feeding me.”
“That’s why I’m your girlfriend, Minho-ah.”
- We’re scared our dreams will be so much better than reality.
Minho awoke, gasping for air. Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead and his shirt clung to his torso. His head was dizzy from the dream of Krystal. She was all over him, doing sensual things to his mind and body. Minho shook his head, as if to get rid of the dirty (dirty, dirty) thoughts but failing. It was time for a cold shower.
- Because no matter ho hard we try, our minds find somewhere else to be.
[3:54AM: 1 New Message]
Minho-oppa~: thinking of you.
Krystal<3: i know.
- There is not enough time in the world to sleep.
“What is this?” protested Victoria, slapping down the piece of paper which manager-oppa gave to them onto the kitchen table.
“I’m sorry,” the man replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s required for you to attend everything.”
Krystal slid the paper towards her, with Sulli reading over her shoulder. A full schedule.
“It’s ridiculous,” murmured Sulli. “The times even overlap each other.”
- Tomorrow’s looking worse than today.
Krystal paced restlessly around the dorm, trying to decide whether or not to call Minho. She sighed. She really should sleep soon; manager-oppa said something about having a full schedule, from 4AM to midnight or something. Krystal stood in the kitchen and pursed her lips, clutching onto her phone. If he wanted to talk to her, he’d call her first, she decided.
- We drink Mountain Dew in excess.
“You’re amazing, Krystal.”
“I know I am, oppaaaaa~”
She truly was. Minho had never seen anyone get tipsy on Mountain Dew before. Maybe Krystal had low tolerance with fizzy drinks.
- We can have time alone when everyone is asleep.
After the longest day ever possible, Krystal flopped down onto to her bed. For the first time in what seemed eons, she actually felt tired. She closed her eyes, remembering the soft pressure against her lips and Minho’s warm, strong arms around her. Krystal rolled over and smiled into her pillow. Love makes you smile like an idiot.
