The van, the bed, the couch -Tofuho Drabble
Author 4d_artbitch
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: onew/minho
Disclaimer: i owned tofu... on my plate.
Genre: fluff?
wordcount: 955-ish total
hey you. yes, you. Lee So Man. gives Onew to ontaejongminkey ,okay. yes, because she has beta'd this.. :3
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 his members. 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 butt 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-butt 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.
Drabble 2
Crunch crunch crunch.
Crunch crunch crunch crunch.
Minho blinked at the darkness then frowned, annoyed by the weird crunchy sounds.
Crunch crunch.
And, it wouldn’t stop. He kicked his blanket off and sharpened his hearing. After a few moments, he sighed when the sound finally stopped.
Crunch crunch crunch crunh.
Minho is now fully awake. He was tired and just wanted to sleep badly. His body felt like lead and that fucking weird sound looks like it just disappears when Minho groaned. Maybe there is a cat or a mice inside their dorm. Minho totally doesn’t like that idea. He laid his body on the bed again, kept quiet and pretended to sleep. His heartbeat (and annoyance) increased when the sound came back, echoing louder because of their quiet dorm.
Crunch crunch crunch crunch.
Minho’s breath hitched when he noticed that the source of that weird sound-was from the bed beside him. He narrowed his eyes as he caught tiny movements on the bed which was completely covered by the comforter. His hand reached out to the blanket and…
“Jinki-hyung!” he nearly shouted. Lee Jinki, SHINee’s fearless leader, was curled on his bed with a bag of chips held in his right hand and the other one was half way to his mouth.
“Umm, eh, Minho-yah?” Jinki’s reply was a mere whisper. He locked eyes with Minho for a good minute before dropping it down. He looked greatly embarrassed, like a son caught red-handed while reading and watching porn.
“Why are you grabbing snacks at midnight hyung? Aren’t you on a diet?” Minho questioned.
It was true. He knew their manager specifically ordered their leader to stop his midnight snacking. It was becoming a habit for Jinki, a habit that made his cheeks puffier and his butt sexier. Honestly, Minho doesn’t particularly mind that. In fact, he believed that Jinki looked cuter with puffy cheeks. But, he was also concerned with Jinki’s health. Too much carbohydrates can harm your health. And, with their endless and difficult dance routines, Minho found that Jinki was more easily tired these days. So yes, Jinki had to diet.
“But, I’m hungry.” Jinki whined softly, not willing to annoy the other member’s precious sleep.
“You just had your dinner hyung. Anything too much is bad.” Minho placed a hand out and tried to remove the snack from Jinki’s clutches.
“But-but my tongue is bitter! I have to chew something…”
Minho chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Jinki full on the lips. Jinki gasped and fell on his bed. Completely surprised by the other’s sudden act.
“Is your mouth still bitter?” Minho whispered on Jinki’s ear.
“Y-yes it is.”
Minho pulled Jinki again and kissed him harder. He tangled their tongues and licked the corner of Jinki’s swollen lips.
“Still bitter?” he smirked.
“...yes. It’s more bitter.” Jinki grinned, his eyes glinting playfully.
The bag of potato chips laid forgotten on the floor.
drabble 3
“That was cheating!”
“No Jinki-hyung! You lose and I won.”
“I swear I saw you hiding that king card under your knee! I’m not blind you know…”
“Ah? Really? That’s not even necessary hyung. I can win this game with my eyes closed…Now do the punishment!”
“No! I don’t wanna! You are a cheater! Cheater! Cheater!”
“No, I am not. Am not, am not, am not.”
“Yes, you are. You, you are.”
“Uh, I wonder where’s the responsible Jinki-hyung went?”
“Uh-shit. You! OH OKAY! OKAY!”
Minho sat on the couch, leaned his head comfortably against the back cushion. His grin was from ear to ear.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor hyung.” Key said, walking out from the kitchen. He eyed the smug Minho with an unamused expression.
“What?”
“Minho, Minho. I never knew that you are that shameless and desperate to see hyung on a mini skirt and resorted to cheating on a simple game.”
AN: hei, you know.. a button right under this entry? yes, please click that button and write something to me okay? *shameless request* xDDDD
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: onew/minho
Disclaimer: i owned tofu... on my plate.
Genre: fluff?
wordcount: 955-ish total
hey you. yes, you. Lee So Man. gives Onew to ontaejongminkey ,okay. yes, because she has beta'd this.. :3
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 his members. 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 butt 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-butt 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.
Drabble 2
Crunch crunch crunch.
Crunch crunch crunch crunch.
Minho blinked at the darkness then frowned, annoyed by the weird crunchy sounds.
Crunch crunch.
And, it wouldn’t stop. He kicked his blanket off and sharpened his hearing. After a few moments, he sighed when the sound finally stopped.
Crunch crunch crunch crunh.
Minho is now fully awake. He was tired and just wanted to sleep badly. His body felt like lead and that fucking weird sound looks like it just disappears when Minho groaned. Maybe there is a cat or a mice inside their dorm. Minho totally doesn’t like that idea. He laid his body on the bed again, kept quiet and pretended to sleep. His heartbeat (and annoyance) increased when the sound came back, echoing louder because of their quiet dorm.
Crunch crunch crunch crunch.
Minho’s breath hitched when he noticed that the source of that weird sound-was from the bed beside him. He narrowed his eyes as he caught tiny movements on the bed which was completely covered by the comforter. His hand reached out to the blanket and…
“Jinki-hyung!” he nearly shouted. Lee Jinki, SHINee’s fearless leader, was curled on his bed with a bag of chips held in his right hand and the other one was half way to his mouth.
“Umm, eh, Minho-yah?” Jinki’s reply was a mere whisper. He locked eyes with Minho for a good minute before dropping it down. He looked greatly embarrassed, like a son caught red-handed while reading and watching porn.
“Why are you grabbing snacks at midnight hyung? Aren’t you on a diet?” Minho questioned.
It was true. He knew their manager specifically ordered their leader to stop his midnight snacking. It was becoming a habit for Jinki, a habit that made his cheeks puffier and his butt sexier. Honestly, Minho doesn’t particularly mind that. In fact, he believed that Jinki looked cuter with puffy cheeks. But, he was also concerned with Jinki’s health. Too much carbohydrates can harm your health. And, with their endless and difficult dance routines, Minho found that Jinki was more easily tired these days. So yes, Jinki had to diet.
“But, I’m hungry.” Jinki whined softly, not willing to annoy the other member’s precious sleep.
“You just had your dinner hyung. Anything too much is bad.” Minho placed a hand out and tried to remove the snack from Jinki’s clutches.
“But-but my tongue is bitter! I have to chew something…”
Minho chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Jinki full on the lips. Jinki gasped and fell on his bed. Completely surprised by the other’s sudden act.
“Is your mouth still bitter?” Minho whispered on Jinki’s ear.
“Y-yes it is.”
Minho pulled Jinki again and kissed him harder. He tangled their tongues and licked the corner of Jinki’s swollen lips.
“Still bitter?” he smirked.
“...yes. It’s more bitter.” Jinki grinned, his eyes glinting playfully.
The bag of potato chips laid forgotten on the floor.
drabble 3
“That was cheating!”
“No Jinki-hyung! You lose and I won.”
“I swear I saw you hiding that king card under your knee! I’m not blind you know…”
“Ah? Really? That’s not even necessary hyung. I can win this game with my eyes closed…Now do the punishment!”
“No! I don’t wanna! You are a cheater! Cheater! Cheater!”
“No, I am not. Am not, am not, am not.”
“Yes, you are. You, you are.”
“Uh, I wonder where’s the responsible Jinki-hyung went?”
“Uh-shit. You! OH OKAY! OKAY!”
Minho sat on the couch, leaned his head comfortably against the back cushion. His grin was from ear to ear.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor hyung.” Key said, walking out from the kitchen. He eyed the smug Minho with an unamused expression.
“What?”
“Minho, Minho. I never knew that you are that shameless and desperate to see hyung on a mini skirt and resorted to cheating on a simple game.”
AN: hei, you know.. a button right under this entry? yes, please click that button and write something to me okay? *shameless request* xDDDD