my first kiss went a little like this [exo]
my first kiss went a little like this
xiumin/exo, xiuhan; pg-13
a/n: "xiumin/exo" xiumin/exo x i u m i n / e x o xiumin/exo i don't even want to talk about this
It’s dumb, and the reward is more for the fans than himself, obviously-it’s such blatant fanservice that he almost bursts out laughing when they pull him and Jongdae, the first one up, in front of the camera while the others mill about getting ready to leave. The radio staff member waves a hand to tell them that she’s ready, and Minseok looks at Jongdae expectantly. The vocalist seems to consider the dancer for a good few seconds before making the symbol they’re promoting these days and offers the snout of the wolf-hand towards Minseok.
“I don’t want makeup on my mouth,” Jongdae says.
Minseok is about to argue that he doesn’t even have that much on today, but the staff member starts shifting about impatiently, so he resolves to beat Jongdae out of the window seat later on, and looks to the camera brightly with his lips on Jongdae’s fingers.
The camera goes off-a thumbs-up, and Minseok is shoving Jongdae away with his foot. “Asshole,” Minseok says, as Jongdae laughs, somehow still having the gall to squeeze an arm briefly around Minseok’s shoulders.
The staff member pulls the next closest member who isn’t busy signing merchandise or taking other radio pictures. Minseok smiles and easily loops an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, smile broadening a little as Kyungsoo grins back at him, arm finding its place on Minseok’s hip in response. “Sorry, hyung,” Kyungsoo says, pressing three fingers against Minseok’s cheek, “I don’t like eating makeup either.”
“You have more than me-yah,” Minseok says, a rushed playful expression as the camera clicks and Kyungsoo’s lips are full enough that he feels them on his cheek anyway even with fingers in between. The staff member instantly turns to wave another member over, so Minseok tugs at the bandana around Kyungsoo’s neck. “Give me a real kiss when we get back,” he says as Kyungsoo laughs incredulously, a short hug around Minseok’s middle before he’s pulling away for the next picture.
Minseok wrinkles his nose as Jongin comes toward him, hands playfully curled into wolf claws. “You’re too ugly to kiss me,” Minseok says, pushing the younger man away with hardly any force.
“I won’t kiss you, hyung,” Jongin grins, pressing against Minseok’s body and turning the older man’s head with a hand on Minseok’s neck. Minseok hears him say, “Take it like this, noona,” before he feels warm breath against the column of his throat and the camera snapping.
Minseok slaps Jongin’s stomach. “I think you need to brush your teeth better-” And Jongin moves forward to actually crush his lips against the older man’s cheek. The camera goes off again.
“The second one’s better,” the staff member says, looking up at them.
“Mm-no, use the first one, noona,” Jongin insists, one arm still around Minseok’s shoulders. “It goes with our song.”
She sighs. “The second one’s a real kiss, though,” she says dejectedly as she deletes the second picture and waves on for Jongin to move.
“Watch out for full moons, hyung,” Jongin says, because he thinks he’s hilarious, as he tugs Minseok’s cap over the older man’s eyes. But Minseok still manages to get in another slap on the younger man even as he’s blinded by his own snapback.
When Minseok can see again, the next member up is waiting. Minseok snorts. “I thought I felt the floor shaking.”
Wufan makes a show of looking around, pretends to call over their managers. “Does anyone have an extra shoebox?” he calls out, before Minseok throws both arms around the thin, tall waist and yanks at the leader until he stumbles into the dancer.
“Boys,” one of their manager says, walking up behind the staff member who’s started tapping her foot. “Hurry up, and stop fooling around.”
“Hurry up, duizhang,” Minseok echoes teasingly, and Wufan rolls his eyes, slinging one long arm around Minseok’s shoulder so that Minseok, at the difference in their heights, has to hang onto Wufan’s neck and body to keep from being tipped over completely as Wufan’s lips hover over Minseok’s cheek. And thankfully, the camera snaps before Minseok actually does nearly fall to the floor.
“Next,” the staff member says, bent over with the camera against her stomach as she checks through the picture.
Minseok shoves Wufan away. “Get away from me,” Minseok says, slapping Wufan’s ass and dodging the leader’s attempt to pinch Minseok’s cheek.
“You should’ve stood on a box,” Wufan says again, gums flashing as he meets the smile that inevitably worked its way onto Minseok’s face.
Minseok rolls his eyes, and catches sight of Zitao. “Oh-someone I actually like,” Minseok grins as Zitao comes forward, laughing because he overheard the exchange between the older members. “Kiss me, Huang Zitao,” Minseok says, dramatically looping his arms around the younger man’s neck, as Zitao cupped Minseok’s face with both hands.
And he’s grateful that the staff member seems to know that she had to take the picture quickly before Minseok and Zitao started laughing and spit in each other’s faces.
“Next maknae,” Minseok says playfully, but not before Zitao turns Minseok’s face to the side and presses a kiss to the older man’s cheek.
“But I’m your favorite, right?” Zitao asks, hand poised for a high five as Sehun shuffles forward and wraps his arms around Minseok’s waist from the back.
The staff member has taken to leaning back against the shelf, as she chats with one of their managers, going through the pictures that’ve already been taken and deciding which ones are best to post.
Sehun slaps Zitao’s hand down. “Just go and pack up,” Sehun says, playfully irritated as he pushes Zitao away by the shoulder. “Go, so the noona can take our picture.”
“Don’t turn me into the homewrecker,” Minseok laughs, pulling away from Sehun. Zitao pats Sehun’s cheek swiftly and dodges Sehun’s incoming slap, jogging away in laughter. “C’mon,” Minseok yanks at Sehun’s wrist before the maknae’s distracted by chasing after Zitao, “get him back at the dorms.”
“Let me do it like him,” Sehun says then, brightly, as the staff member straightens up to take the picture. Minseok holds back a smile as Sehun tilts his head in what the maknae things is probably an imitation of the way Zitao did the kiss except Zitao came in far closer than Sehun. Minseok opens his mouth just as the camera flashes, and that has Sehun bursting into laughter and slapping shyly at Minseok’s shoulder.
Yixing and Baekhyun take just a moment each, lips really coming down on Minseok’s cheek without a fuss, arms wrapping around him naturally. Junmyeon wants to do much of the same, but Minseok has known Junmyeon too long to let him have it easy, and gives him a hard time for it just because he likes to see Junmyeon flustered and red. “Urgh,” Minseok gurgles when he finally lets Junmyeon kiss him, and by that take, Junmyeon just playfully punches Minseok’s arm as he walks away.
Another staff member comes up to the one that’s been taking the pictures, iPad in his hands and glossing through some sort of schedule as she puts the camera down and absently tells Chanyeol and Minseok to get ready while she’s going over this.
“Hyung,” Chanyeol sing-songs, low voice thrumming in Minseok’s ears as the rapper wraps his long arms around Minseok’s shoulders and brings their bodies together. “How come I’m at the end?”
“Best for last,” Minseok says, arms fitting around Chanyeol’s waist, and they rock from side to side like that while the other members loiter about behind them, being shuffled around to finish signings and other snapshots.
Chanyeol laughs, and Minseok feels the laughter vibrating deep in the younger man’s chest. “So Luhan-hyung’s the best?” Chanyeol asks impishly.
Minseok grins, saved from answering because the camera is ready for them now, so Chanyeol crushes his lips far longer than necessary against Minseok’s face-long enough that the camera clicks for what sounds like at least ten pictures of Chanyeol’s kiss in stop motion.
“Have fun with the best, hyung,” Chanyeol whispers teasingly into Minseok’s ear, squeezing the older man’s hip before he heads towards where Jongdae and Jongin are laughing in a corner-most likely over Minseok’s prize.
Minseok motions Luhan over with his hand. “I want to go home,” Minseok says, unable to keep a straight face when he meets Luhan’s gaze, “so let’s get this over with.”
“Thought I was the best,” Luhan says, swinging an arm around Minseok’s shoulders, and the weight is too familiar-so familiar that Minseok’s arm moving up to Luhan’s shoulders is more of a response than a way to get their bodies to fit together. Luhan’s other hand comes up to cup Minseok’s face and Luhan kisses his cheek-faster than even Baekhyun and Yixing, both of whom are wandering about behind them curiously.
Minseok raises his eyebrows, as the staff member checks the picture over in case they need to go for another take. “Just ‘cause you’re last?” Minseok says coolly.
Luhan just smiles wordlessly, tugging gently at the front of Minseok’s cap, and walks away so Minseok can go over all the pictures himself with the staff member before they call it a wrap.
(Later, in the parking garage, Luhan presses Minseok against the car while everyone else is otherwise distracted-otherwise battling it out for the window seats and front seats-Luhan leans in and Minseok meets his lips with the ease and familiarity of a motion done hundreds of times before. It’s swift and over before Jongin wins the rock-paper-scissors championship for the passenger seat.
“Nah,” Luhan says, as they wait to climb into the car. He has both arms around Minseok’s waist, eyes crinkling as he smiles. “’Cause of that.”)
xiumin/exo, xiuhan; pg-13
a/n: "xiumin/exo" xiumin/exo x i u m i n / e x o xiumin/exo i don't even want to talk about this
It’s dumb, and the reward is more for the fans than himself, obviously-it’s such blatant fanservice that he almost bursts out laughing when they pull him and Jongdae, the first one up, in front of the camera while the others mill about getting ready to leave. The radio staff member waves a hand to tell them that she’s ready, and Minseok looks at Jongdae expectantly. The vocalist seems to consider the dancer for a good few seconds before making the symbol they’re promoting these days and offers the snout of the wolf-hand towards Minseok.
“I don’t want makeup on my mouth,” Jongdae says.
Minseok is about to argue that he doesn’t even have that much on today, but the staff member starts shifting about impatiently, so he resolves to beat Jongdae out of the window seat later on, and looks to the camera brightly with his lips on Jongdae’s fingers.
The camera goes off-a thumbs-up, and Minseok is shoving Jongdae away with his foot. “Asshole,” Minseok says, as Jongdae laughs, somehow still having the gall to squeeze an arm briefly around Minseok’s shoulders.
The staff member pulls the next closest member who isn’t busy signing merchandise or taking other radio pictures. Minseok smiles and easily loops an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, smile broadening a little as Kyungsoo grins back at him, arm finding its place on Minseok’s hip in response. “Sorry, hyung,” Kyungsoo says, pressing three fingers against Minseok’s cheek, “I don’t like eating makeup either.”
“You have more than me-yah,” Minseok says, a rushed playful expression as the camera clicks and Kyungsoo’s lips are full enough that he feels them on his cheek anyway even with fingers in between. The staff member instantly turns to wave another member over, so Minseok tugs at the bandana around Kyungsoo’s neck. “Give me a real kiss when we get back,” he says as Kyungsoo laughs incredulously, a short hug around Minseok’s middle before he’s pulling away for the next picture.
Minseok wrinkles his nose as Jongin comes toward him, hands playfully curled into wolf claws. “You’re too ugly to kiss me,” Minseok says, pushing the younger man away with hardly any force.
“I won’t kiss you, hyung,” Jongin grins, pressing against Minseok’s body and turning the older man’s head with a hand on Minseok’s neck. Minseok hears him say, “Take it like this, noona,” before he feels warm breath against the column of his throat and the camera snapping.
Minseok slaps Jongin’s stomach. “I think you need to brush your teeth better-” And Jongin moves forward to actually crush his lips against the older man’s cheek. The camera goes off again.
“The second one’s better,” the staff member says, looking up at them.
“Mm-no, use the first one, noona,” Jongin insists, one arm still around Minseok’s shoulders. “It goes with our song.”
She sighs. “The second one’s a real kiss, though,” she says dejectedly as she deletes the second picture and waves on for Jongin to move.
“Watch out for full moons, hyung,” Jongin says, because he thinks he’s hilarious, as he tugs Minseok’s cap over the older man’s eyes. But Minseok still manages to get in another slap on the younger man even as he’s blinded by his own snapback.
When Minseok can see again, the next member up is waiting. Minseok snorts. “I thought I felt the floor shaking.”
Wufan makes a show of looking around, pretends to call over their managers. “Does anyone have an extra shoebox?” he calls out, before Minseok throws both arms around the thin, tall waist and yanks at the leader until he stumbles into the dancer.
“Boys,” one of their manager says, walking up behind the staff member who’s started tapping her foot. “Hurry up, and stop fooling around.”
“Hurry up, duizhang,” Minseok echoes teasingly, and Wufan rolls his eyes, slinging one long arm around Minseok’s shoulder so that Minseok, at the difference in their heights, has to hang onto Wufan’s neck and body to keep from being tipped over completely as Wufan’s lips hover over Minseok’s cheek. And thankfully, the camera snaps before Minseok actually does nearly fall to the floor.
“Next,” the staff member says, bent over with the camera against her stomach as she checks through the picture.
Minseok shoves Wufan away. “Get away from me,” Minseok says, slapping Wufan’s ass and dodging the leader’s attempt to pinch Minseok’s cheek.
“You should’ve stood on a box,” Wufan says again, gums flashing as he meets the smile that inevitably worked its way onto Minseok’s face.
Minseok rolls his eyes, and catches sight of Zitao. “Oh-someone I actually like,” Minseok grins as Zitao comes forward, laughing because he overheard the exchange between the older members. “Kiss me, Huang Zitao,” Minseok says, dramatically looping his arms around the younger man’s neck, as Zitao cupped Minseok’s face with both hands.
And he’s grateful that the staff member seems to know that she had to take the picture quickly before Minseok and Zitao started laughing and spit in each other’s faces.
“Next maknae,” Minseok says playfully, but not before Zitao turns Minseok’s face to the side and presses a kiss to the older man’s cheek.
“But I’m your favorite, right?” Zitao asks, hand poised for a high five as Sehun shuffles forward and wraps his arms around Minseok’s waist from the back.
The staff member has taken to leaning back against the shelf, as she chats with one of their managers, going through the pictures that’ve already been taken and deciding which ones are best to post.
Sehun slaps Zitao’s hand down. “Just go and pack up,” Sehun says, playfully irritated as he pushes Zitao away by the shoulder. “Go, so the noona can take our picture.”
“Don’t turn me into the homewrecker,” Minseok laughs, pulling away from Sehun. Zitao pats Sehun’s cheek swiftly and dodges Sehun’s incoming slap, jogging away in laughter. “C’mon,” Minseok yanks at Sehun’s wrist before the maknae’s distracted by chasing after Zitao, “get him back at the dorms.”
“Let me do it like him,” Sehun says then, brightly, as the staff member straightens up to take the picture. Minseok holds back a smile as Sehun tilts his head in what the maknae things is probably an imitation of the way Zitao did the kiss except Zitao came in far closer than Sehun. Minseok opens his mouth just as the camera flashes, and that has Sehun bursting into laughter and slapping shyly at Minseok’s shoulder.
Yixing and Baekhyun take just a moment each, lips really coming down on Minseok’s cheek without a fuss, arms wrapping around him naturally. Junmyeon wants to do much of the same, but Minseok has known Junmyeon too long to let him have it easy, and gives him a hard time for it just because he likes to see Junmyeon flustered and red. “Urgh,” Minseok gurgles when he finally lets Junmyeon kiss him, and by that take, Junmyeon just playfully punches Minseok’s arm as he walks away.
Another staff member comes up to the one that’s been taking the pictures, iPad in his hands and glossing through some sort of schedule as she puts the camera down and absently tells Chanyeol and Minseok to get ready while she’s going over this.
“Hyung,” Chanyeol sing-songs, low voice thrumming in Minseok’s ears as the rapper wraps his long arms around Minseok’s shoulders and brings their bodies together. “How come I’m at the end?”
“Best for last,” Minseok says, arms fitting around Chanyeol’s waist, and they rock from side to side like that while the other members loiter about behind them, being shuffled around to finish signings and other snapshots.
Chanyeol laughs, and Minseok feels the laughter vibrating deep in the younger man’s chest. “So Luhan-hyung’s the best?” Chanyeol asks impishly.
Minseok grins, saved from answering because the camera is ready for them now, so Chanyeol crushes his lips far longer than necessary against Minseok’s face-long enough that the camera clicks for what sounds like at least ten pictures of Chanyeol’s kiss in stop motion.
“Have fun with the best, hyung,” Chanyeol whispers teasingly into Minseok’s ear, squeezing the older man’s hip before he heads towards where Jongdae and Jongin are laughing in a corner-most likely over Minseok’s prize.
Minseok motions Luhan over with his hand. “I want to go home,” Minseok says, unable to keep a straight face when he meets Luhan’s gaze, “so let’s get this over with.”
“Thought I was the best,” Luhan says, swinging an arm around Minseok’s shoulders, and the weight is too familiar-so familiar that Minseok’s arm moving up to Luhan’s shoulders is more of a response than a way to get their bodies to fit together. Luhan’s other hand comes up to cup Minseok’s face and Luhan kisses his cheek-faster than even Baekhyun and Yixing, both of whom are wandering about behind them curiously.
Minseok raises his eyebrows, as the staff member checks the picture over in case they need to go for another take. “Just ‘cause you’re last?” Minseok says coolly.
Luhan just smiles wordlessly, tugging gently at the front of Minseok’s cap, and walks away so Minseok can go over all the pictures himself with the staff member before they call it a wrap.
(Later, in the parking garage, Luhan presses Minseok against the car while everyone else is otherwise distracted-otherwise battling it out for the window seats and front seats-Luhan leans in and Minseok meets his lips with the ease and familiarity of a motion done hundreds of times before. It’s swift and over before Jongin wins the rock-paper-scissors championship for the passenger seat.
“Nah,” Luhan says, as they wait to climb into the car. He has both arms around Minseok’s waist, eyes crinkling as he smiles. “’Cause of that.”)