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who minkey
what minho painting key's nails
fandom shinee
title right when you want
rating pg
etc filled request for stigmata.
"not on the skin!" kibum whines and smacks minho lightly on the top of his head, the younger boy immediately looking up at him with a deep stare.
"you want to do it yourself then?" he asks calmly, but firmly and kibum sighs and rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as it's hard to hold back the grin that is prying at his lips.
"just be careful!"
because the situation is rather funny, in retrospect - minho laying on the floor in front of him in a pair of worn sweats and a baggy shirt that hangs open in the front, away from his neck, carefully trying to complete the task of painting the older's toenails an obnoxious neon color.
instead, kibum bites his lower lip, wrapping his arms around his legs and peering around his knees from the right. the room grows quiet as they both begin to concentrate - minho on kibum's nicely shaped feet as the toes go from large to small, to where he's squinting at the end of one and the beginning of another.
and kibum, lost in the warmth of the sun through the blinds and the familiarity of comfort when he's alone with the younger boy - the time that he is able to relax and surrender the role of the caregiver and be taken care of instead without a fight; the time that he can ask to do things and for things to be done without them really being questioned.
"does that color really look ok?"
"you ask like you actually plan to keep it on for a while.." minho's voice trails off as he continues to work, not bothering to look up at kibum, whose face has tightened slightly with defense, before he tilts on his butt furrowing his brows.
"aish, that's not answering my question."
but kibum knows he really doesn't need an answer, he'd picked the color himself anyway, of course it would look good. his taste was rather untouchable and asking for another member's opinion was really pointless, but almost too natural sometimes.
releasing the strain on his neck, the older boy rolls his head across the bumps of his knees, closing his eyes for only a moment before they suddenly pop open, a small sound collapsing in his mouth as he feels a slow rush of air against his toes, automatically wanting to wiggle them or move them away as he laughs slightly, spreading his legs open like an acute stretch to swat at the younger boy again.
"ah- that feels weird!"
minho catches kibum's hand as it barely grazes the top of his head and he finally looks up at the other with a toothy grin.
"my turn next right?" the younger jokes and kibum finds himself laughing a bit harder, despite it not being that funny and they laugh together for a short moment.
"shut up." he demands in a calmer voice soon after as he looks down at his toes with childlike eyes, satisfactory job done by those big stupid hands which have both curled around one of his own as minho crosses one of his legs over the other and pushes his mouth softly against the top of it■
what minho painting key's nails
fandom shinee
title right when you want
rating pg
etc filled request for stigmata.
"not on the skin!" kibum whines and smacks minho lightly on the top of his head, the younger boy immediately looking up at him with a deep stare.
"you want to do it yourself then?" he asks calmly, but firmly and kibum sighs and rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as it's hard to hold back the grin that is prying at his lips.
"just be careful!"
because the situation is rather funny, in retrospect - minho laying on the floor in front of him in a pair of worn sweats and a baggy shirt that hangs open in the front, away from his neck, carefully trying to complete the task of painting the older's toenails an obnoxious neon color.
instead, kibum bites his lower lip, wrapping his arms around his legs and peering around his knees from the right. the room grows quiet as they both begin to concentrate - minho on kibum's nicely shaped feet as the toes go from large to small, to where he's squinting at the end of one and the beginning of another.
and kibum, lost in the warmth of the sun through the blinds and the familiarity of comfort when he's alone with the younger boy - the time that he is able to relax and surrender the role of the caregiver and be taken care of instead without a fight; the time that he can ask to do things and for things to be done without them really being questioned.
"does that color really look ok?"
"you ask like you actually plan to keep it on for a while.." minho's voice trails off as he continues to work, not bothering to look up at kibum, whose face has tightened slightly with defense, before he tilts on his butt furrowing his brows.
"aish, that's not answering my question."
but kibum knows he really doesn't need an answer, he'd picked the color himself anyway, of course it would look good. his taste was rather untouchable and asking for another member's opinion was really pointless, but almost too natural sometimes.
releasing the strain on his neck, the older boy rolls his head across the bumps of his knees, closing his eyes for only a moment before they suddenly pop open, a small sound collapsing in his mouth as he feels a slow rush of air against his toes, automatically wanting to wiggle them or move them away as he laughs slightly, spreading his legs open like an acute stretch to swat at the younger boy again.
"ah- that feels weird!"
minho catches kibum's hand as it barely grazes the top of his head and he finally looks up at the other with a toothy grin.
"my turn next right?" the younger jokes and kibum finds himself laughing a bit harder, despite it not being that funny and they laugh together for a short moment.
"shut up." he demands in a calmer voice soon after as he looks down at his toes with childlike eyes, satisfactory job done by those big stupid hands which have both curled around one of his own as minho crosses one of his legs over the other and pushes his mouth softly against the top of it■