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headhunting (part iii of iii)
23,053; nc-17
jonghyun/minho
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sent @ 3:14 pm hey
received @ 3:21 pm hi
sent @ 3:23 pm so wat r u up 2
received @ 3:28 pm shooting
sent @ 3:30 pm cool
sent @ 3:32 pm hows that
received @ 3:34 pm okay so far
sent @ 3:35 pm cool
received @ 3:40 pm are u ok..
sent @ 3:42 pm yah y wouldnt i be
received @ 3:45 pm u sound weird
sent @ 3:46 pm wat
received @ 3:48 pm ur texts sound weird
sent @ 3:50 pm what r u talking about i alwys txt liek this
received @ 3:52 pm not really
sent @ 3:54 pm k nver mind jsut forget it
received @ 4:05 pm forget it?
received @ 4:05 pm forget what
received @ 4:11 pm hyung..never mind what
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received @ 5:02 pm ok i am on break now
received @ 5:03 pm if u wanted to talk
received @ 5:03 pm im here
sent @ 5:03 pm IM FINE I WAS JSUT SAYING HI
received @ 5:08 pm u sound upset
✖
for their next hotel stay, jonghyun asks the manager beforehand if it's okay for him to room with jinki.
it's nothing, jonghyun thinks, he just needs some space, needs to be away and not think for a couple of nights-he's been wanting to write lately and nothing's been coming out right.
it's always been easy for him to bounce ideas off of jinki and jonghyun's never felt at all self-conscious when he reads out something to him or has to worry about little things like whether or not jinki thinks he's being silly and immature for writing about things that he hasn't felt yet.
it wasn't that big of a deal, jonghyun tells himself again, that he wasn't going to room with minho for a couple of days. he even had a reason.
but he's not sure why it still feels so underhanded, like he's sneaking around and doing something he's not supposed to.
instead of minho having to find out in front of the hotel concierge, jonghyun decides to tell minho himself, while they're packing,
minho folds over a pair of stonewashed jeans as jonghyun clears his throat.
"so, uh, i wanted to work on some lyrics," jonghyun mentions coolly as he pulls out some underwear and stuffs it into the side compartment of his carry-on, "so i'll be rooming with jinki-hyung today."
minho puts down his jeans. jonghyun doesn't look up to see what his face looks like.
"so yeah," jonghyun quickly continues, closing the zipper and pulling the top of his luggage closed, "just so you know."
"why can't i help you?" minho asks, voice level, having carefully filtered out anything that could be mistaken for hurt.
"no, it's not," jonghyun pathetically tries to reassure minho and explain himself at the the same time, "you can help, it's just, jinki-hyung he gets it, you know, like-"
"you're saying i wouldn't get what you write?"
"no! that's not," jonghyun gives up, realizes that nothing he was going to say was going to be right. "no. that's not what i'm saying."
minho pulls his suitcase off his bed and rolls it over to the doorway.
"okay."
"that's really not what i meant." jonghyun says again, feels as useless as he sounds.
✖
jonghyun gets a call from minho at night, lets it ring three times before he picks up.
he says "hello?" and then again, but all he can hear in reply is background noise.
he figures out it's one of those accidentally dialed ones, filled with muffled voices, shouts about who's ordering what, and jonghyun hears a loud, hearty laugh he knows is minho's, and he's suddenly a little sad that minho hadn't meant to call him, a little jealous that minho is with other people that can make him laugh like that.
jonghyun keeps listening even though he can't understand what he's hearing.
✖
minho stares up at the bottom of jonghyun's bed for a long time before he decides to tell him.
"hyung, did you know," he says, "that i write too."
"you do?" jonghyun perks up and pokes his head over the side of his bed, looking down at minho, surprised and curious. minho can also see the relief in his face now that they were talking again. "but when? like what? i've never seen you write anything down."
"i keep them in my head."
"oh," jonghyun says, quizzical, and minho can hear the lecture in his voice already, "but you really ought to keep a notebook otherwise you for-"
"i don't forget any of my words."
jonghyun doesn't look like he believes him.
"you wanna hear how it goes?" minho asks.
"yeah!" jonghyun nods enthusiastically, until he's reminded of last week and he tones himself down accordingly, uncertain as he continues,
"but. i mean i do, but-only if you want to."
"i want to." minho confirms.
"let's hear it then!" jonghyun cheers him on, genuinely excited to hear what minho has to say.
"okay, but first," minho says, looking up at jonghyun seriously. "you have to lie back on your bed. and you have to promise that you have to listen to all of it."
the thought that maybe minho is tricking him, punishing him for what happened before briefly crosses jonghyun's mind, but he does what minho tells him to do anyway.
"promise you'll listen to all of it hyung?"
"promise."
"it's not perfect," minho says, his voice suddenly huskier and lower than jonghyun remembers it being a few seconds ago, "but i still think it's pretty good."
jonghyun nods, even though minho can't see him.
once he's sure jonghyun's ready, minho starts.
"i want to see how big you get," he says artlessly, no teasing in his voice. "what it looks like right before you come."
jonghyun squeezes his legs together, stares at the ceiling.
"i didn't get to see it before, even when i had the chance," minho apologizes, his voice down to a murmur, "i was so stupid, i should've looked,"
"because i think you're handsome," minho licks his lips, breathes through his mouth, "the most handsome," drags his hand down his chest to palm his cock, "i think you're the most handsome even though i know you don't believe me."
"minho what-" jonghyun panics, tries to stop minho before he says anything else he didn't really want to say, did he even know-
"you promised, hyung. you said you'd listen to all of it."
jonghyun lays back on his bed, closes his eyes.
"do you how many girls we could get," minho rasps, "all those actresses and singers you like-we could get them together,"
jonghyun closes his eyes, visualizes a pair of perfect-sized tits, but it's minho's voice that's making him see it, not some girl's, he's never heard a girl's voice so low and say the things he's hearing, was minho's mouth this dirty when he'd kissed him in the hotel?
"we could get them and then fuck them, fuck them so they'd be full with both of us, and i'd even let you choose first, hyung," minho offers up to him. "see which part of them you wanted and then i'd take the other one, and then there'd only be some skin,"
minho's voice dropping to almost a whisper, "only some flimsy, wet skin between us."
jonghyun stifles a moan and he's blushing, can't help but think about what minho's cock would have felt like, if sliding against him would feel better than fucking the same girl.
jonghyun promised to listen to the whole thing, he has to, so he slides his hand down his boxers, but keeps his hand still against his half-hard cock, waits to hear what minho has to say next.
"there was this time," minho continues, "where i hadn't jerked off in days because i was so tired, wasn't even in the mood to," his breathing makes a slight hitch, and jonghyun suddenly knows that minho is underneath him, doing exactly what he wants to be doing.
jonghyun curls his hand around himself, jerks himself against his stomach.
"but you were changing for bed and put on something so thin that i could see the outline of your cock," minho says and jonghyun winces a little in embarrassment, but doesn't stop moving.
"and i got hard under the covers, with you right there."
"you went to go brush your teeth," minho's voice is raspy now, sounding close and desperate, "had no idea how-how fucking hard i was, so hard that i had to squeeze myself and shut my eyes and stop myself from jerking off right after you left,"
"it felt like hours before you came back and wished me goodnight,"
"and fuck, you still didn't know, and i was going to go to the bathroom after you came back, was supposed to,"
"but then you climbed up into your bunk, hyung, and i saw the slit in your boxers push open," minho grunts, a low rumble from his throat.
"and then i saw your cock, dark and soft and right there, so close, and all i could think about was how i could pull it out and suck it for you, suck it so it could be as hard as mine,"
"fuck minho," jonghyun chokes out, saliva pooled towards the back of his mouth and the sharp edge of his side teeth painfully catching on his tongue, "what the fuck," his head screaming at minho, what the fuck are you saying, do you even hear what is coming out of your mouth.
"if we were both hard then, it would've been fair," minho says.
frustrated, jonghyun feels like he's never going to come, stuck on the edge, but he's doing everything that he usually does, so he tries jerking himself off faster, a little more forcefully.
"but maybe now," minho chuckles a little breathlessly, "i think it might be fair now."
jonghyun shudders as he realizes that his hand is only there for show, that it was minho who was going to decide for him.
"and you might be fucking your hand like it's my mouth, like how i wanted it to be that night."
jonghyun grits his teeth, comes in that slow, excruciating ooze, squeezes his cock almost violently to get it out of him, dripping its way between the webbing of his fingers and over his knuckles as he unclenches his jaw to catch his breath, a dull ache tugging at his gums.
"right now," minho says underneath him, hoarse and low, "we're even."
✖
minho sinks his teeth into the scruff of his neck, bites against the flesh protecting the junction of skull and spine and when jonghyun is still trying to process the jolts fireworking across the blades of his shoulders and across his ribs, minho pulls-
-pulls up on the skin, bringing jonghyun's head up along with it, minho bracketing a chunk of jonghyun's skin firmly between the front tows of his teeth, and the low vibrations of minho's chuckle get caught in between his nape and minho's throat when minho hears him go "oh fuck," when they both know he's not supposed to like it, doesn't really mean to say it out loud.
the moment is everything jonghyun can't stand in minho in real life, strange and intrusive, too fucking close, but here it's different, and here, it's the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him, never mind real life, not even in jonghyun's head has he thought about this.
minho carefully brings his head back down, and jonghyun breathes hard against the pillow as minho slowly unhinges his jaws. when he's done letting go, the skin feels raw and anesthetized.
jonghyun is quiet while minho nuzzles his nose into his hair, phantom lips brushing affectionate and territorial and languid against his nape.
✖
jonghyun walks into the living room and finds jinki and taemin sitting on the floor on either side of minho, cheerfully braiding his hair into something jonghyun finally distinguishes as pigtails after he pretends not to notice minho following him with his eyes as he makes a narrow escape from a stray, particularly sharp barrette and plops down on the couch next to kibum.
jonghyun can feel minho following him with his eyes,
"hey, hyung," taemin chirps enthusiastically in jonghyun's direction, a couple of black bobby pins held between his teeth, "isn't my side pretty?"
taemin moves his head away to give jonghyun a better look.
it doesn't look really too bad at all, taemin's miniature french braid actually being pretty impressive: hovering cute and whimsical against minho's neck, with a few stray tendrils sticking out but still tied down securely by a shiny black elastic.
for a second, it's not the back of minho's head jonghyun's looking at, but a girl he used to sit behind in a class he can't remember, next to the windows, near the back of the room.
"kids these days, such amateurs," jinki then clucks loudly, shaking his head playfully at taemin, then turning over to jonghyun, "check out this side."
jinki's pigtail is truly a work of art, as jonghyun scoots forward to inspect further, marveling at the no less than at least a dozen shiny ladybug barrettes carefully fashioned into minho's hair, amazingly lifelike as their little silver feet wedged into minho's hair like they would actual grass.
"wow...you guys are really good," jonghyun says, and suddenly he wants to braid some hair of his own.
he turns to kibum and his voluminous tresses, makes grabby hands at his head, "lemme braid yours!"
without even batting an eyelid, kibum replies, "no," then turns to check his phone.
jonghyun tries to overlook the soul-crushing lack of remorse in kibum's rejection and instead looks on helplessly at kibum's head-full of shiny, unstyled hair.
kibum shoots jonghyun a sidewards glance, mutters, "what?" then starts to text someone. "go play with male barbie doll minho over there."
and despite his two pigtails sticking out comically from opposite sides of his head, his hair crowded with accessories, and a ridiculously gravity-defying cowlick sticking out from one side of his head-when he turns to look at minho, to jonghyun, minho looks just as handsome as he always does.
"hyung," minho smiles understandingly at him, "you can braid my hair."
jonghyun nods and goes to sit on the floor next to him, looks at the back of minho's head and realizes he doesn't know where to start.
"i feel dumb doing this," jonghyun finally admits after a while of sitting still, then to taemin and jinki: "no offense or anything."
"none taken." jinki shrugs, smiling.
minho turns to jonghyun, placing a warm hand on his wrist.
"it's okay, hyung. it's just fun."
"whatever," taemin interrupts behind them, "that braid was hard."
✖
"owww," jonghyun whines loudly from his bed, hoping to lure minho to the room under false pretenses. "OWWWW."
he tries to hide his smile of victory when minho appears at the doorway mere seconds later, eyebrows knitted in concern.
"hyung, what-"
minho takes one look at him, sees right through the charade and turns to leave.
"WAIT," jonghyun stops him, sitting up, "since you're here anyways..."
"what."
"wanna read something i wrote?"
minho turns back around, looks slightly conflicted before saying, "okay," walking towards jonghyun, then pausing to reiterate, "but only because i'm already here."
"of course," jonghyun smiles, passing over the notebook. "only because you're already here."
23,053; nc-17
jonghyun/minho
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sent @ 3:14 pm hey
received @ 3:21 pm hi
sent @ 3:23 pm so wat r u up 2
received @ 3:28 pm shooting
sent @ 3:30 pm cool
sent @ 3:32 pm hows that
received @ 3:34 pm okay so far
sent @ 3:35 pm cool
received @ 3:40 pm are u ok..
sent @ 3:42 pm yah y wouldnt i be
received @ 3:45 pm u sound weird
sent @ 3:46 pm wat
received @ 3:48 pm ur texts sound weird
sent @ 3:50 pm what r u talking about i alwys txt liek this
received @ 3:52 pm not really
sent @ 3:54 pm k nver mind jsut forget it
received @ 4:05 pm forget it?
received @ 4:05 pm forget what
received @ 4:11 pm hyung..never mind what
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received @ 5:02 pm ok i am on break now
received @ 5:03 pm if u wanted to talk
received @ 5:03 pm im here
sent @ 5:03 pm IM FINE I WAS JSUT SAYING HI
received @ 5:08 pm u sound upset
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for their next hotel stay, jonghyun asks the manager beforehand if it's okay for him to room with jinki.
it's nothing, jonghyun thinks, he just needs some space, needs to be away and not think for a couple of nights-he's been wanting to write lately and nothing's been coming out right.
it's always been easy for him to bounce ideas off of jinki and jonghyun's never felt at all self-conscious when he reads out something to him or has to worry about little things like whether or not jinki thinks he's being silly and immature for writing about things that he hasn't felt yet.
it wasn't that big of a deal, jonghyun tells himself again, that he wasn't going to room with minho for a couple of days. he even had a reason.
but he's not sure why it still feels so underhanded, like he's sneaking around and doing something he's not supposed to.
instead of minho having to find out in front of the hotel concierge, jonghyun decides to tell minho himself, while they're packing,
minho folds over a pair of stonewashed jeans as jonghyun clears his throat.
"so, uh, i wanted to work on some lyrics," jonghyun mentions coolly as he pulls out some underwear and stuffs it into the side compartment of his carry-on, "so i'll be rooming with jinki-hyung today."
minho puts down his jeans. jonghyun doesn't look up to see what his face looks like.
"so yeah," jonghyun quickly continues, closing the zipper and pulling the top of his luggage closed, "just so you know."
"why can't i help you?" minho asks, voice level, having carefully filtered out anything that could be mistaken for hurt.
"no, it's not," jonghyun pathetically tries to reassure minho and explain himself at the the same time, "you can help, it's just, jinki-hyung he gets it, you know, like-"
"you're saying i wouldn't get what you write?"
"no! that's not," jonghyun gives up, realizes that nothing he was going to say was going to be right. "no. that's not what i'm saying."
minho pulls his suitcase off his bed and rolls it over to the doorway.
"okay."
"that's really not what i meant." jonghyun says again, feels as useless as he sounds.
✖
jonghyun gets a call from minho at night, lets it ring three times before he picks up.
he says "hello?" and then again, but all he can hear in reply is background noise.
he figures out it's one of those accidentally dialed ones, filled with muffled voices, shouts about who's ordering what, and jonghyun hears a loud, hearty laugh he knows is minho's, and he's suddenly a little sad that minho hadn't meant to call him, a little jealous that minho is with other people that can make him laugh like that.
jonghyun keeps listening even though he can't understand what he's hearing.
✖
minho stares up at the bottom of jonghyun's bed for a long time before he decides to tell him.
"hyung, did you know," he says, "that i write too."
"you do?" jonghyun perks up and pokes his head over the side of his bed, looking down at minho, surprised and curious. minho can also see the relief in his face now that they were talking again. "but when? like what? i've never seen you write anything down."
"i keep them in my head."
"oh," jonghyun says, quizzical, and minho can hear the lecture in his voice already, "but you really ought to keep a notebook otherwise you for-"
"i don't forget any of my words."
jonghyun doesn't look like he believes him.
"you wanna hear how it goes?" minho asks.
"yeah!" jonghyun nods enthusiastically, until he's reminded of last week and he tones himself down accordingly, uncertain as he continues,
"but. i mean i do, but-only if you want to."
"i want to." minho confirms.
"let's hear it then!" jonghyun cheers him on, genuinely excited to hear what minho has to say.
"okay, but first," minho says, looking up at jonghyun seriously. "you have to lie back on your bed. and you have to promise that you have to listen to all of it."
the thought that maybe minho is tricking him, punishing him for what happened before briefly crosses jonghyun's mind, but he does what minho tells him to do anyway.
"promise you'll listen to all of it hyung?"
"promise."
"it's not perfect," minho says, his voice suddenly huskier and lower than jonghyun remembers it being a few seconds ago, "but i still think it's pretty good."
jonghyun nods, even though minho can't see him.
once he's sure jonghyun's ready, minho starts.
"i want to see how big you get," he says artlessly, no teasing in his voice. "what it looks like right before you come."
jonghyun squeezes his legs together, stares at the ceiling.
"i didn't get to see it before, even when i had the chance," minho apologizes, his voice down to a murmur, "i was so stupid, i should've looked,"
"because i think you're handsome," minho licks his lips, breathes through his mouth, "the most handsome," drags his hand down his chest to palm his cock, "i think you're the most handsome even though i know you don't believe me."
"minho what-" jonghyun panics, tries to stop minho before he says anything else he didn't really want to say, did he even know-
"you promised, hyung. you said you'd listen to all of it."
jonghyun lays back on his bed, closes his eyes.
"do you how many girls we could get," minho rasps, "all those actresses and singers you like-we could get them together,"
jonghyun closes his eyes, visualizes a pair of perfect-sized tits, but it's minho's voice that's making him see it, not some girl's, he's never heard a girl's voice so low and say the things he's hearing, was minho's mouth this dirty when he'd kissed him in the hotel?
"we could get them and then fuck them, fuck them so they'd be full with both of us, and i'd even let you choose first, hyung," minho offers up to him. "see which part of them you wanted and then i'd take the other one, and then there'd only be some skin,"
minho's voice dropping to almost a whisper, "only some flimsy, wet skin between us."
jonghyun stifles a moan and he's blushing, can't help but think about what minho's cock would have felt like, if sliding against him would feel better than fucking the same girl.
jonghyun promised to listen to the whole thing, he has to, so he slides his hand down his boxers, but keeps his hand still against his half-hard cock, waits to hear what minho has to say next.
"there was this time," minho continues, "where i hadn't jerked off in days because i was so tired, wasn't even in the mood to," his breathing makes a slight hitch, and jonghyun suddenly knows that minho is underneath him, doing exactly what he wants to be doing.
jonghyun curls his hand around himself, jerks himself against his stomach.
"but you were changing for bed and put on something so thin that i could see the outline of your cock," minho says and jonghyun winces a little in embarrassment, but doesn't stop moving.
"and i got hard under the covers, with you right there."
"you went to go brush your teeth," minho's voice is raspy now, sounding close and desperate, "had no idea how-how fucking hard i was, so hard that i had to squeeze myself and shut my eyes and stop myself from jerking off right after you left,"
"it felt like hours before you came back and wished me goodnight,"
"and fuck, you still didn't know, and i was going to go to the bathroom after you came back, was supposed to,"
"but then you climbed up into your bunk, hyung, and i saw the slit in your boxers push open," minho grunts, a low rumble from his throat.
"and then i saw your cock, dark and soft and right there, so close, and all i could think about was how i could pull it out and suck it for you, suck it so it could be as hard as mine,"
"fuck minho," jonghyun chokes out, saliva pooled towards the back of his mouth and the sharp edge of his side teeth painfully catching on his tongue, "what the fuck," his head screaming at minho, what the fuck are you saying, do you even hear what is coming out of your mouth.
"if we were both hard then, it would've been fair," minho says.
frustrated, jonghyun feels like he's never going to come, stuck on the edge, but he's doing everything that he usually does, so he tries jerking himself off faster, a little more forcefully.
"but maybe now," minho chuckles a little breathlessly, "i think it might be fair now."
jonghyun shudders as he realizes that his hand is only there for show, that it was minho who was going to decide for him.
"and you might be fucking your hand like it's my mouth, like how i wanted it to be that night."
jonghyun grits his teeth, comes in that slow, excruciating ooze, squeezes his cock almost violently to get it out of him, dripping its way between the webbing of his fingers and over his knuckles as he unclenches his jaw to catch his breath, a dull ache tugging at his gums.
"right now," minho says underneath him, hoarse and low, "we're even."
✖
minho sinks his teeth into the scruff of his neck, bites against the flesh protecting the junction of skull and spine and when jonghyun is still trying to process the jolts fireworking across the blades of his shoulders and across his ribs, minho pulls-
-pulls up on the skin, bringing jonghyun's head up along with it, minho bracketing a chunk of jonghyun's skin firmly between the front tows of his teeth, and the low vibrations of minho's chuckle get caught in between his nape and minho's throat when minho hears him go "oh fuck," when they both know he's not supposed to like it, doesn't really mean to say it out loud.
the moment is everything jonghyun can't stand in minho in real life, strange and intrusive, too fucking close, but here it's different, and here, it's the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him, never mind real life, not even in jonghyun's head has he thought about this.
minho carefully brings his head back down, and jonghyun breathes hard against the pillow as minho slowly unhinges his jaws. when he's done letting go, the skin feels raw and anesthetized.
jonghyun is quiet while minho nuzzles his nose into his hair, phantom lips brushing affectionate and territorial and languid against his nape.
✖
jonghyun walks into the living room and finds jinki and taemin sitting on the floor on either side of minho, cheerfully braiding his hair into something jonghyun finally distinguishes as pigtails after he pretends not to notice minho following him with his eyes as he makes a narrow escape from a stray, particularly sharp barrette and plops down on the couch next to kibum.
jonghyun can feel minho following him with his eyes,
"hey, hyung," taemin chirps enthusiastically in jonghyun's direction, a couple of black bobby pins held between his teeth, "isn't my side pretty?"
taemin moves his head away to give jonghyun a better look.
it doesn't look really too bad at all, taemin's miniature french braid actually being pretty impressive: hovering cute and whimsical against minho's neck, with a few stray tendrils sticking out but still tied down securely by a shiny black elastic.
for a second, it's not the back of minho's head jonghyun's looking at, but a girl he used to sit behind in a class he can't remember, next to the windows, near the back of the room.
"kids these days, such amateurs," jinki then clucks loudly, shaking his head playfully at taemin, then turning over to jonghyun, "check out this side."
jinki's pigtail is truly a work of art, as jonghyun scoots forward to inspect further, marveling at the no less than at least a dozen shiny ladybug barrettes carefully fashioned into minho's hair, amazingly lifelike as their little silver feet wedged into minho's hair like they would actual grass.
"wow...you guys are really good," jonghyun says, and suddenly he wants to braid some hair of his own.
he turns to kibum and his voluminous tresses, makes grabby hands at his head, "lemme braid yours!"
without even batting an eyelid, kibum replies, "no," then turns to check his phone.
jonghyun tries to overlook the soul-crushing lack of remorse in kibum's rejection and instead looks on helplessly at kibum's head-full of shiny, unstyled hair.
kibum shoots jonghyun a sidewards glance, mutters, "what?" then starts to text someone. "go play with male barbie doll minho over there."
and despite his two pigtails sticking out comically from opposite sides of his head, his hair crowded with accessories, and a ridiculously gravity-defying cowlick sticking out from one side of his head-when he turns to look at minho, to jonghyun, minho looks just as handsome as he always does.
"hyung," minho smiles understandingly at him, "you can braid my hair."
jonghyun nods and goes to sit on the floor next to him, looks at the back of minho's head and realizes he doesn't know where to start.
"i feel dumb doing this," jonghyun finally admits after a while of sitting still, then to taemin and jinki: "no offense or anything."
"none taken." jinki shrugs, smiling.
minho turns to jonghyun, placing a warm hand on his wrist.
"it's okay, hyung. it's just fun."
"whatever," taemin interrupts behind them, "that braid was hard."
✖
"owww," jonghyun whines loudly from his bed, hoping to lure minho to the room under false pretenses. "OWWWW."
he tries to hide his smile of victory when minho appears at the doorway mere seconds later, eyebrows knitted in concern.
"hyung, what-"
minho takes one look at him, sees right through the charade and turns to leave.
"WAIT," jonghyun stops him, sitting up, "since you're here anyways..."
"what."
"wanna read something i wrote?"
minho turns back around, looks slightly conflicted before saying, "okay," walking towards jonghyun, then pausing to reiterate, "but only because i'm already here."
"of course," jonghyun smiles, passing over the notebook. "only because you're already here."