PG-13 [Fluff, Crack]
A collection of drabbles about all the times that Aimee's been the mature one.
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Taemin rolls over to face Aimee, who's half-buried under the comforter, sleeping. Taemin wishes that he could fall asleep, but he can't. He's pretty sure that a really creepy old lady will appear and kill them. Taemin really shouldn't have read those NoSleeps earlier.
"Aimee?" Taemin pokes her softly. He hates to wake her up, but he just can't sleep.
"Hmm?" Her eyes flutter open sleepily.
"I'm scared," Taemin whispers, like he's a toddler.
Aimee moves closer to Taemin and hugs him, pecking him on the cheek. Then she falls asleep again.
But it's not enough. It doesn't really make a difference because she's still asleep and she can't really protect him if she's sleeping.
"Aimee?" Taemin says again. Aimee seems to know what he wants. She gets up, shuffles sleepily over to her desk, grabs her computer, and sits back down. She turns it on. Taemin smiles and snuggles closer, falling asleep happily because he knows that Aimee will protect him if anything comes for them.
. . .
Taemin stumbles drunkenly throughout the club, giggling for no reason. He's drunk to no end. He's pretty sure that Minho, Jonghyun, Key, and Onew are around somewhere, he just doesn't know where. Then he remembers that Minho was dragged into the bathroom by a girl who he's pretty sure is a transvestite, and giggles some more.
He feels a hand on a shoulder and turns around. Aimee stands there, looking at him tiredly.
"Let's go, Taemin," she sighs, supporting him as she guides him out of the club.
"Hey. Hey. You're pretty," he slurs, smiling.
Aimee gently helps him into a minivan that looks like her mother's, and buckles him in.
"Wait here, Taemin," she says, before disappearing. Taemin just sits there, giggling to himself.
Aimee reappears, supporting Onew and Key. She buckles them into the backseat and disappears.
"Hey," Taemin says happily.
"Hey. Remember those hippies?" Key slurs. They all giggle together.
Aimee returns, this time with Jonghyun and Minho. She gives Taemin, Key, and Onew and weird look before helping Jonghyun and Minho into the car.
During the drive home, Jonghyun, Minho, Key, Onew, and Taemin giggle about random things together. Aimee just sighs and stays silent.
Key starts singing an out-of-tune rendition of Here Comes the Sun and Taemin joins in, even though the words are in English and he doesn't understand any of them. The song becomes gibberish by the time that Aimee pulls up to the SM building, anyway.
Their manager helps Key, Minho, Jonghyun, and Onew out of the car, thanking Aimee. Taemin frowns. Why isn't he going with them?
"Where are we going?" Taemin asks.
"Home," Aimee says simply.
"Where's 'home'?" Taemin asks, confused.
"Here." Aimee stops at a huge building. "This is 'home'."
"It's huge." Taemin stares at it in wonder.
Aimee chuckles. "You just realized." She helps him out of the car and up the 28 floors to their apartment.
. . .
Taemin looks at the remote. It's pretty far from where he's sitting, and he doesn't want to get up to get it. But he really doesn't want to watch Say Yes to the Dress, even though it's one of Aimee's favorite TV shows. He doesn't really like it.
A sudden idea pops into his head, but Taemin writes it off as immature. But he starts thinking that it might actually work.
He stretches out his arm. Channel the Force. He tries to concentrate, squeezing his eyes shut.
Aimee finishes putting the away the groceries and walks into the living room. She sees Taemin sitting on the couch, trying to use the Force to get the remote, and she sighs.
She grabs the remote for him and places it in his hand. Taemin feels her hand touching is, and he can smell her faint perfume, but he prefers to pretend that he actualy used the Force.
Taemin smiles. It finally worked.
