Oneshot: Naked
Naked
Onew/Minho ; PG-13
Choi Minho couldn’t decipher whether he’s the luckiest boy in the world or the unluckiest. He can’t recall the number of times he’s seen Onew naked in one week.
First, it was after a late night of practice and he somehow spotted the leader clumsily making his way into the bedroom, leaving the door completely ajar. Logically speaking, who would assume that that it wasn’t okay to just walk right in when the door isn’t even fully shut? So, briskly the rapper walked right in, catching Onew clad only in a sweaty t-shirt. Nothing else.
Turning his head to see who opened the door so confidentially, Onew screamed, tripped over his own sock and fell on his bed, ass first. Minho could see the world from where he stood. The world never seemed so cute?
Key came running in thirty-four seconds later with worry written all over his face and automatically began scolding at Onew for not being able to properly close the door, as he tossed boxer briefs and pajama bottoms at the older boy.
Minho figured it’d be good to leave umma at work before he could reach to Minho and get the same treatment.
***
Later into the morning, Minho had awaken feeling his bladder about to explode. It was still early and the sun was just rising it’s way above the clouds. Making his way out of bed, the rapper scurried out into the hall way and barging in into the bathroom, feeling steam against his skin.
He turned his head and saw Onew buck naked this time, showering. Of course, he didn’t hear the younger boy aggressively bumping into the door and clatter some bathroom items onto the floor because, one) the leader was that unaware of his surroundings at times, two) he was singing some tune which occupied his thoughts to the song.
The urge to go the bathroom somehow disappeared, and until the leader got out of the shower, Minho still couldn’t get the mental image of the leader’s softy tofu butt out of his head.
***
The next couple days, the boy swore there wouldn’t be a day that he didn’t catch the leader in his birthday suit. Whether it was in the bathroom, in the bedroom, dressing room or whatever place it’s possible to see someone naked, Minho felt like smashing his head into a wall deciding whether thinking of his hyung naked almost every waking second was healthy or not.
Sure, he gave himself that lame ass excuse of being a growing boy and his hormones run like crazy, but realistically speaking, he was probably going to something so drastic, even Key would want to slap him. And Key never slapped him before, he always thought he was a good boy like his son.
Groaning and throwing his head back as he sunk into the couch, Minho massaged his temples and shut his eyes. Not too long after, he felt a presence close to him and a hand on his thigh. Shooting his eyes open, he saw the leader blinking at him with that wide smile he plastered on his face most of the time.
“Minho yah, can we talk?” Leader-ssi could play a ghost made out of tofu if it were possible. He came in without the sound of footsteps.
Pulling the cool Minho right out, the younger boy turned his head and answered smoothly, “Yeah, hyung?”
Patting his thigh and gentle eyes locking with the younger boy, Onew looked away and blushed. His lips jutted out like a pout instead of that sunshine smile. “Do you enjoy seeing me naked?”
If Minho had a sure answer to that question, it’d probably a yes. Then again, it wasn’t. The question made the younger boy feel dirty and actually the guilt didn’t even possess his mind like before. But still dirty.
“Uhm…”
The leader looked at the couch’s fabric and then at Minho. “I mean…you are a growing boy and all…I guess it’s normal to want to see people unclothed countless times.”
“Hyung. All this time it’s really been on accident. I guess it’s all the work we’re doing and balancing school, it’s hard. I don’t pay attention to my own actions and well, things like that happen.” It was the truth, but Minho didn’t feel that it was stress. Just bad timing. Timing that just happened to make awkward moments, scarred minds and embarrassment, forever implanted in their minds. And this new aching urge for the younger boy to give Onew’s wonderful tofu squishy butt a grope or two and run away like a maniac on sugar pills.
“Oh…that seems reasonable,” Onew clasped his hands together and smiled sweetly. Minho could literally see rabbit ears twitching upward and whiskers on the leader. He shook his head and mentally smacked himself. “It’s just you know, I don’t care if you’ve seen me naked, but you know this way, it’s what makes the air between us uneasy. I’m relieved that it’s okay now.”
Biting his upper lip, Minho furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his hyung. Onew looked around nervously and felt his left eye twitch. “Minho yah…is something wrong?”
The rapper looked around to make sure if anyone else was within the radius. He then relaxed his hands onto Onew’s shoulders, and gave a serious face. “Hyung. This has been driving me nuts, but can I please rub your ass just this once?”
***
No one in the whole entire universe could have felt unexplainably awkward as Shinee’s leader did. Not only did that permission for an ass rub made his thoughts jumble into pudding(it was that good), but the fact that Minho had that side to him. That horny school boy side. And oddly, Onew enjoyed the grabbing of the ass. Maybe Minho was born with magic fingers and whatever he touched, it either felt magical, looked magical or a combination of both.
Either way, it was magic. Totally magical.
Onew mused at the fact that his dongsaeng, found him attractive(in a weird bottom-fetish way). He would have assumed Key would have caught his interest since he’s actually a girl, just trapped in a male body(as they all assumed, but they loved him either way). If there would be a contest in hip gyrating and pole dancing, he’d win it for the team along with Taemin, but that was a different story.
In any case, living with all males in the apartment and pretty much seeing the same people everyday, Onew wouldn’t have been surprised if the younger boys developed physical attractions to males. Leader never really knew what he was in the first place but he always assumed that everyone had some sort of beauty and that everyone deserves to be loved.
But right now, he couldn’t understand himself. Onew lapsed himself from his own thoughts as he heard a call out for him. He turned his head to the young rapper standing behind him, his face apathetic as ever. The leader knew this well enough that his faces hides the real Minho under all that model-worthy exterior. After the ass rubbing, he learned something quite valuable.
***
Key sat cross legged on Jinki’s bed, mouth gapping open. He hugged a pillow dearly against his chest as he heard Onew go on and on about Minho.
It astonished Key to know such a side of the ever cool boy.
“Wait. So he asked you…if he could give that ass of yours a grope?” The diva had a bag of skittles he shared between the leader and himself. He popped one in his mouth and gave a sneaky grin.
“Uhm…yeah?”
“Good gosh. I didn’t know he had an ass fetish.”
“Key, it’s not really a fetish, at least I don’t think it is. I mean he’s seen me naked, you get me? Naked. Maybe he assumed that--”
Almost jumping mid-air as he squirmed in his seat, the younger boy delightfully squealed. This was just too rich to handle. “He’d get more than just a hands on ass activity with you!”
Astonished at the comment, Onew felt his face burn with the uprising heat. “I-It’s not like that.”
“Uh-huh, and you suppose that he’s all sugar and candy? Boy where have you been all this time, Taemin for God sakes isn’t even considered innocent. He may be a kid, but Hell he does more than you can imagine. The more with bulko charisma.” In all honesty, Onew didn’t know where Key was going with this. More like, he didn’t want to know where this was going.
“We’re with him like everyday. What unclean thing could he be possibly be doing?” Onew flatly huffed, only to realize that he opened a new port of ideas into the younger boy’s head. Shit.
“Well. We’re occupying the room right now…Taemin’s at school doing some extra studying, Jonghyun’s in the living room watching television as we speak and what does it make of sweet ol’ baby flame?”
“H-He-He c-could be playing soccer with that kid from next door, out with manager hyungs, hanging out with Jonghyun, running around the house like a maniac--”
Slapping Onew’s mouth with his hand, Key violently tackled the older boy against his bed and pinned him down. “You. Come up with the worst ideas. Ever.”
“Bub I duhn vant po pink boat de ideabas(But I don‘t want to think about the ideas).” He muffled through cool fingers, trying to wiggle through but failed.
“AH. But you have to. Let us explore the wonders of our house and use our super sonic ears to hear any unearthly sounds, movements or squeaks.” Giddily leaping off of the leader, Key pranced out the door like an elf and a very flustered Onew following.
***
“Baby Jonghyunnie hyung have you see Minho yah anywhere?” Skipping and pouncing on the smaller boy, Key landed gracefully on his lap hugged him.
“Uhm. Not since like…an hour or so ago or something.” He answered, patting Key’s back.
“Oh. Well, doesn’t that just suck balls? Let us gallop Onew hyung, we shall stalk the showers now,” Before the tofu leader could get his own thoughts out, he felt his wrist yanked the opposite direction towards the hall. This all happened with a span of 15 seconds.
***
“Oh where or where can our little Minho be, oh where or where could he be…” Slowly hushing his voice to a whisper tone, Key tippy-toed himself towards the bathroom door. Imagine a pretty faced boy in pink pajamas doing this and from Onew’s point of view, it looked like Barbie was about to sneak up on Ken with his all perfect plastic glory.
“Kibum this really is becoming too much, I mean maybe it’s just one of those passing by weird days that everyone has and you’re just overreacting and--”
“Shush!” Diva hissed as he aggressively suggested a finger to lips note, indicating for his hyung to shut his trap. He may be leader but the older boy thought he never was able to say what he wanted more and more these days.
“What is with you…” Grumbled the leader as he leaned close to Key who was only mere centimeters away from the door.
“Bingo. I hear something besides the shower. And I’ll tell you that it isn’t soccer grunts happening in there.” Having a hard time containing himself Key almost lost balance. He luckily planted his feet back onto the ground before he could make a loud disruption. But as an Onew, the leader himself had to catch the reckless coordination and flopping himself right onto Key who slammed into the door open.
Bingo indeed.
***
Taemin jolted his head back, hearing familiar screaming in his head. He looked around the classroom and looked outside the window. Nothing seemed to be out of place or had the scream been that close.
Maybe with all the studying, he was finally at his last strand of sanity.
But alas, he couldn’t fail everyone with a faulty grade due to the lack of desire to be the almost perfect magnae.
***
Sitting in the bathtub was Choi Minho. Naked, wet and flushed red with embarrassment. Key was down on the floor, looking up from the tile while Onew occupied much of his back with him straddling the younger one.
And only Kibum had that devlish smile upon his cursed lips.
“Minho yah, how’s your bath going?”
Slowly gathering bubbles from around the tub, the rapper lamely piled the soapy circles around him and covered certain parts of the lukewarm water with it. “G-G-Good…”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. You know, I’m not any older than you are. Why can’t you just tell Onew hyung here that you want to just plow right into him and have oodles of fun? It‘s more enjoyable when you profess the fact, you never know what happens.” Key tapped his fingers against the tile and gave him a beaming smile as if he read the boy’s thoughts in an inconsiderably naughty way. Minho just sat in the tub, innocently popping bubbles with his finger and shyly glancing at the leader, who felt like blowing up.
“YAH KIM KIBUM WHY ARE YOU SO FRANK ABOUT THIS?!”
***
“Okay. So, you two broke down the door and saw Minho gathering bubbles to hide his little fri--” Jonghyun felt Minho leap at him with an embrace, hiding his face.
“The point is, everything is awkward now.” The rapper hurriedly wanted everything to end. He was still wet, clothed but his jammies were becoming soaked from improper drying and he felt that awkward air between the leader.
It was just an ass grabbing session. A few naked glances, and it turns into this. Why not just bring on the hookers and have a sexy party?
“Awkward, I would think so too. You know, this type of situation doesn’t really concern Key and I now that I think about it.” Jonghyun glanced at Key who exactly knew what exactly was being hinted.
***
Somehow Onew found himself right below Minho, shirt half way up his belly, and his loose sweat pants carelessly hugging his hips. Minho on the other hand, was close, almost too close for comfort, topless and still damped with bathwater.
The younger boy bit his lower lip then lowered his head, lips closely grazing against the older boy’s ear. Jinki felt shivers run down his spin. “Hormones and work was just a weak excuse to get near you,” His fingers left a ghostly path across his abdomen, and careful strokes between the pants and pearly soft skin upon hips. “But seeing you like so wasn’t on purpose, I’ve always thought hyung was sweet and even more now.”
Funny, Minho realized the feelings at the right time, and maybe he didn’t need to imagine the touch, it became a reality.
Onew/Minho ; PG-13
Choi Minho couldn’t decipher whether he’s the luckiest boy in the world or the unluckiest. He can’t recall the number of times he’s seen Onew naked in one week.
First, it was after a late night of practice and he somehow spotted the leader clumsily making his way into the bedroom, leaving the door completely ajar. Logically speaking, who would assume that that it wasn’t okay to just walk right in when the door isn’t even fully shut? So, briskly the rapper walked right in, catching Onew clad only in a sweaty t-shirt. Nothing else.
Turning his head to see who opened the door so confidentially, Onew screamed, tripped over his own sock and fell on his bed, ass first. Minho could see the world from where he stood. The world never seemed so cute?
Key came running in thirty-four seconds later with worry written all over his face and automatically began scolding at Onew for not being able to properly close the door, as he tossed boxer briefs and pajama bottoms at the older boy.
Minho figured it’d be good to leave umma at work before he could reach to Minho and get the same treatment.
***
Later into the morning, Minho had awaken feeling his bladder about to explode. It was still early and the sun was just rising it’s way above the clouds. Making his way out of bed, the rapper scurried out into the hall way and barging in into the bathroom, feeling steam against his skin.
He turned his head and saw Onew buck naked this time, showering. Of course, he didn’t hear the younger boy aggressively bumping into the door and clatter some bathroom items onto the floor because, one) the leader was that unaware of his surroundings at times, two) he was singing some tune which occupied his thoughts to the song.
The urge to go the bathroom somehow disappeared, and until the leader got out of the shower, Minho still couldn’t get the mental image of the leader’s softy tofu butt out of his head.
***
The next couple days, the boy swore there wouldn’t be a day that he didn’t catch the leader in his birthday suit. Whether it was in the bathroom, in the bedroom, dressing room or whatever place it’s possible to see someone naked, Minho felt like smashing his head into a wall deciding whether thinking of his hyung naked almost every waking second was healthy or not.
Sure, he gave himself that lame ass excuse of being a growing boy and his hormones run like crazy, but realistically speaking, he was probably going to something so drastic, even Key would want to slap him. And Key never slapped him before, he always thought he was a good boy like his son.
Groaning and throwing his head back as he sunk into the couch, Minho massaged his temples and shut his eyes. Not too long after, he felt a presence close to him and a hand on his thigh. Shooting his eyes open, he saw the leader blinking at him with that wide smile he plastered on his face most of the time.
“Minho yah, can we talk?” Leader-ssi could play a ghost made out of tofu if it were possible. He came in without the sound of footsteps.
Pulling the cool Minho right out, the younger boy turned his head and answered smoothly, “Yeah, hyung?”
Patting his thigh and gentle eyes locking with the younger boy, Onew looked away and blushed. His lips jutted out like a pout instead of that sunshine smile. “Do you enjoy seeing me naked?”
If Minho had a sure answer to that question, it’d probably a yes. Then again, it wasn’t. The question made the younger boy feel dirty and actually the guilt didn’t even possess his mind like before. But still dirty.
“Uhm…”
The leader looked at the couch’s fabric and then at Minho. “I mean…you are a growing boy and all…I guess it’s normal to want to see people unclothed countless times.”
“Hyung. All this time it’s really been on accident. I guess it’s all the work we’re doing and balancing school, it’s hard. I don’t pay attention to my own actions and well, things like that happen.” It was the truth, but Minho didn’t feel that it was stress. Just bad timing. Timing that just happened to make awkward moments, scarred minds and embarrassment, forever implanted in their minds. And this new aching urge for the younger boy to give Onew’s wonderful tofu squishy butt a grope or two and run away like a maniac on sugar pills.
“Oh…that seems reasonable,” Onew clasped his hands together and smiled sweetly. Minho could literally see rabbit ears twitching upward and whiskers on the leader. He shook his head and mentally smacked himself. “It’s just you know, I don’t care if you’ve seen me naked, but you know this way, it’s what makes the air between us uneasy. I’m relieved that it’s okay now.”
Biting his upper lip, Minho furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his hyung. Onew looked around nervously and felt his left eye twitch. “Minho yah…is something wrong?”
The rapper looked around to make sure if anyone else was within the radius. He then relaxed his hands onto Onew’s shoulders, and gave a serious face. “Hyung. This has been driving me nuts, but can I please rub your ass just this once?”
***
No one in the whole entire universe could have felt unexplainably awkward as Shinee’s leader did. Not only did that permission for an ass rub made his thoughts jumble into pudding(it was that good), but the fact that Minho had that side to him. That horny school boy side. And oddly, Onew enjoyed the grabbing of the ass. Maybe Minho was born with magic fingers and whatever he touched, it either felt magical, looked magical or a combination of both.
Either way, it was magic. Totally magical.
Onew mused at the fact that his dongsaeng, found him attractive(in a weird bottom-fetish way). He would have assumed Key would have caught his interest since he’s actually a girl, just trapped in a male body(as they all assumed, but they loved him either way). If there would be a contest in hip gyrating and pole dancing, he’d win it for the team along with Taemin, but that was a different story.
In any case, living with all males in the apartment and pretty much seeing the same people everyday, Onew wouldn’t have been surprised if the younger boys developed physical attractions to males. Leader never really knew what he was in the first place but he always assumed that everyone had some sort of beauty and that everyone deserves to be loved.
But right now, he couldn’t understand himself. Onew lapsed himself from his own thoughts as he heard a call out for him. He turned his head to the young rapper standing behind him, his face apathetic as ever. The leader knew this well enough that his faces hides the real Minho under all that model-worthy exterior. After the ass rubbing, he learned something quite valuable.
***
Key sat cross legged on Jinki’s bed, mouth gapping open. He hugged a pillow dearly against his chest as he heard Onew go on and on about Minho.
It astonished Key to know such a side of the ever cool boy.
“Wait. So he asked you…if he could give that ass of yours a grope?” The diva had a bag of skittles he shared between the leader and himself. He popped one in his mouth and gave a sneaky grin.
“Uhm…yeah?”
“Good gosh. I didn’t know he had an ass fetish.”
“Key, it’s not really a fetish, at least I don’t think it is. I mean he’s seen me naked, you get me? Naked. Maybe he assumed that--”
Almost jumping mid-air as he squirmed in his seat, the younger boy delightfully squealed. This was just too rich to handle. “He’d get more than just a hands on ass activity with you!”
Astonished at the comment, Onew felt his face burn with the uprising heat. “I-It’s not like that.”
“Uh-huh, and you suppose that he’s all sugar and candy? Boy where have you been all this time, Taemin for God sakes isn’t even considered innocent. He may be a kid, but Hell he does more than you can imagine. The more with bulko charisma.” In all honesty, Onew didn’t know where Key was going with this. More like, he didn’t want to know where this was going.
“We’re with him like everyday. What unclean thing could he be possibly be doing?” Onew flatly huffed, only to realize that he opened a new port of ideas into the younger boy’s head. Shit.
“Well. We’re occupying the room right now…Taemin’s at school doing some extra studying, Jonghyun’s in the living room watching television as we speak and what does it make of sweet ol’ baby flame?”
“H-He-He c-could be playing soccer with that kid from next door, out with manager hyungs, hanging out with Jonghyun, running around the house like a maniac--”
Slapping Onew’s mouth with his hand, Key violently tackled the older boy against his bed and pinned him down. “You. Come up with the worst ideas. Ever.”
“Bub I duhn vant po pink boat de ideabas(But I don‘t want to think about the ideas).” He muffled through cool fingers, trying to wiggle through but failed.
“AH. But you have to. Let us explore the wonders of our house and use our super sonic ears to hear any unearthly sounds, movements or squeaks.” Giddily leaping off of the leader, Key pranced out the door like an elf and a very flustered Onew following.
***
“Baby Jonghyunnie hyung have you see Minho yah anywhere?” Skipping and pouncing on the smaller boy, Key landed gracefully on his lap hugged him.
“Uhm. Not since like…an hour or so ago or something.” He answered, patting Key’s back.
“Oh. Well, doesn’t that just suck balls? Let us gallop Onew hyung, we shall stalk the showers now,” Before the tofu leader could get his own thoughts out, he felt his wrist yanked the opposite direction towards the hall. This all happened with a span of 15 seconds.
***
“Oh where or where can our little Minho be, oh where or where could he be…” Slowly hushing his voice to a whisper tone, Key tippy-toed himself towards the bathroom door. Imagine a pretty faced boy in pink pajamas doing this and from Onew’s point of view, it looked like Barbie was about to sneak up on Ken with his all perfect plastic glory.
“Kibum this really is becoming too much, I mean maybe it’s just one of those passing by weird days that everyone has and you’re just overreacting and--”
“Shush!” Diva hissed as he aggressively suggested a finger to lips note, indicating for his hyung to shut his trap. He may be leader but the older boy thought he never was able to say what he wanted more and more these days.
“What is with you…” Grumbled the leader as he leaned close to Key who was only mere centimeters away from the door.
“Bingo. I hear something besides the shower. And I’ll tell you that it isn’t soccer grunts happening in there.” Having a hard time containing himself Key almost lost balance. He luckily planted his feet back onto the ground before he could make a loud disruption. But as an Onew, the leader himself had to catch the reckless coordination and flopping himself right onto Key who slammed into the door open.
Bingo indeed.
***
Taemin jolted his head back, hearing familiar screaming in his head. He looked around the classroom and looked outside the window. Nothing seemed to be out of place or had the scream been that close.
Maybe with all the studying, he was finally at his last strand of sanity.
But alas, he couldn’t fail everyone with a faulty grade due to the lack of desire to be the almost perfect magnae.
***
Sitting in the bathtub was Choi Minho. Naked, wet and flushed red with embarrassment. Key was down on the floor, looking up from the tile while Onew occupied much of his back with him straddling the younger one.
And only Kibum had that devlish smile upon his cursed lips.
“Minho yah, how’s your bath going?”
Slowly gathering bubbles from around the tub, the rapper lamely piled the soapy circles around him and covered certain parts of the lukewarm water with it. “G-G-Good…”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. You know, I’m not any older than you are. Why can’t you just tell Onew hyung here that you want to just plow right into him and have oodles of fun? It‘s more enjoyable when you profess the fact, you never know what happens.” Key tapped his fingers against the tile and gave him a beaming smile as if he read the boy’s thoughts in an inconsiderably naughty way. Minho just sat in the tub, innocently popping bubbles with his finger and shyly glancing at the leader, who felt like blowing up.
“YAH KIM KIBUM WHY ARE YOU SO FRANK ABOUT THIS?!”
***
“Okay. So, you two broke down the door and saw Minho gathering bubbles to hide his little fri--” Jonghyun felt Minho leap at him with an embrace, hiding his face.
“The point is, everything is awkward now.” The rapper hurriedly wanted everything to end. He was still wet, clothed but his jammies were becoming soaked from improper drying and he felt that awkward air between the leader.
It was just an ass grabbing session. A few naked glances, and it turns into this. Why not just bring on the hookers and have a sexy party?
“Awkward, I would think so too. You know, this type of situation doesn’t really concern Key and I now that I think about it.” Jonghyun glanced at Key who exactly knew what exactly was being hinted.
***
Somehow Onew found himself right below Minho, shirt half way up his belly, and his loose sweat pants carelessly hugging his hips. Minho on the other hand, was close, almost too close for comfort, topless and still damped with bathwater.
The younger boy bit his lower lip then lowered his head, lips closely grazing against the older boy’s ear. Jinki felt shivers run down his spin. “Hormones and work was just a weak excuse to get near you,” His fingers left a ghostly path across his abdomen, and careful strokes between the pants and pearly soft skin upon hips. “But seeing you like so wasn’t on purpose, I’ve always thought hyung was sweet and even more now.”
Funny, Minho realized the feelings at the right time, and maybe he didn’t need to imagine the touch, it became a reality.