Tylenol
Tylenol
Pairing: Onew/Minho ; G
Minho is like a puppy.
Whenever Onew saw the younger boy, automatically he wanted to pet Minho right on the head (despite the height difference) and say, ‘good boy’ because in all truth, Minho was a good boy. He always listened to Onew and didn’t rebel to anything he was asked to do.
Tell him it was time to sleep when he stayed up to play video games, he went to bed. Tell him to carry your shopping bags, he did so with a smile. Ask him for a hug, he’ll wrap his arms around you.
Onew sat on the kitchen counter, trying to read the instructions of a bottle of Tylenol for his headache. It didn’t work for his headache seemed to worsen with every sentence he read as he squinted his eyes. Giving a frustrated sigh, Minho just happened to enter the kitchen, clad in pajamas.
“Hyung, why are you awake?” Minho asked, ruffling his hair and rubbing his eyes.
“I have a headache and it’s a pain to read the instructions. The print is too small.” The leader just settled down the bottle of medicine and blinked.
“You just need to take two pills, that’s it.”
“…Oh.” Dropping his head, Onew just sighed again, grabbing the bottle as he opened it. He paused at first then looked at Minho, who just looked half-asleep, yet seemed aware of his surroundings. “Minho…”
“Hmm, hyung?”
“Maybe if you just…gave me a hug and carried me back to the room…I’ll feel better.”
Taken aback, Minho only chuckled and leaned forward to gently wrap his arms around the leader. Onew gave a small mischievous smile as he returned the favour with his own embrace. It felt warm and soothing.
“Now I have to carry you…”
“Yes. Share my bed with me too? Please?”
“Alright, hyung.” No protest, nothing at all.
“Good boy.” Jinki contently closed his eyes, patting Minho’s head as he nuzzled his nose into the boys locks. He smelled nice.
Pairing: Onew/Minho ; G
Minho is like a puppy.
Whenever Onew saw the younger boy, automatically he wanted to pet Minho right on the head (despite the height difference) and say, ‘good boy’ because in all truth, Minho was a good boy. He always listened to Onew and didn’t rebel to anything he was asked to do.
Tell him it was time to sleep when he stayed up to play video games, he went to bed. Tell him to carry your shopping bags, he did so with a smile. Ask him for a hug, he’ll wrap his arms around you.
Onew sat on the kitchen counter, trying to read the instructions of a bottle of Tylenol for his headache. It didn’t work for his headache seemed to worsen with every sentence he read as he squinted his eyes. Giving a frustrated sigh, Minho just happened to enter the kitchen, clad in pajamas.
“Hyung, why are you awake?” Minho asked, ruffling his hair and rubbing his eyes.
“I have a headache and it’s a pain to read the instructions. The print is too small.” The leader just settled down the bottle of medicine and blinked.
“You just need to take two pills, that’s it.”
“…Oh.” Dropping his head, Onew just sighed again, grabbing the bottle as he opened it. He paused at first then looked at Minho, who just looked half-asleep, yet seemed aware of his surroundings. “Minho…”
“Hmm, hyung?”
“Maybe if you just…gave me a hug and carried me back to the room…I’ll feel better.”
Taken aback, Minho only chuckled and leaned forward to gently wrap his arms around the leader. Onew gave a small mischievous smile as he returned the favour with his own embrace. It felt warm and soothing.
“Now I have to carry you…”
“Yes. Share my bed with me too? Please?”
“Alright, hyung.” No protest, nothing at all.
“Good boy.” Jinki contently closed his eyes, patting Minho’s head as he nuzzled his nose into the boys locks. He smelled nice.