Kpop Valentines Fic Dump
Fics are cross-posted at kpopvalentines. Prompts are from inboxes 4, 12, & 15.
Always Like This [Beast]
Kikwang/Hyunseung
R (!) sex
~1100w
Prompt: 3. beast, kikwang/hyunseung, domestic-ish au but no children, all ratings
I had written a fic for this prompt a few weeks ago...but I lost it OTL. So this is my second attempt.
His eyes start to slip shut before he can help it, even though he's still at the dinner table, even though the dinner's still piping hot, even though Kikwang's not back yet. It's too quiet in the house, so in attempt to keep his eyes open, he flicks on the TV and watches, not sure what is going on. After a while, he realizes that it's the news, so he sits back in the chair and watches the reporter on the screen calmly talk about raging fires and a robbery that had flabbergasted the police. He watches her gaze into the camera, and locks his eyes with hers, even though it's a TV.
A sigh slips out, and really, it's a yawn, but he refuses to believe it because Kikwang's not home yet. He gazes down at the food, letting his tongue slide across his lips. He is hungry, but holds back. Kikwang isn't here yet.
He had meant to surprise Kikwang that night, even getting off his ass to cook dinner-kind of. Attempted to cook dinner. Earlier that night, he had left the chicken frying too long (chicken because that was the only thing he know how to cook-or, he could actually fry anything but the best thing to fry, he thought, was chicken) and the fire alarm had rung so loud that the neighbors had started to get worried. Worry warts, he had scoffed.
And now he's sitting here, sitting alone, trying to keep his eyes open.
Maybe I shouldn't have played video games last night, he thinks. Nah, zooombies-
Later he rethinks this thought because his eyes are slipping shut and will not reopen.
Kikwang slips the key into the hole and twists, opening the door. He runs a hand through his hair, and grunts when the lights hit him. He's tired and doesn't want to do anything, anywhere, anyhow, and that didn't make sense, not to him, the English teacher, who still has piles of essays to grade from his Honors Freshmen English class, who are in no way honors, he thinks bitterly to himself.
He twists his head to the right and hears a crack, then does the same to the left, rolling his shoulders to release tension.
"Hyunseung?"
Kikwang blinks and looks up, frowning. "Hyunseung?" he calls out again, and like the last, he gets no response. He walks into their room and drops of his stuff, looking around; Hyunseung's not there. Kikwang sighs for the fiftieth time and drags himself to the kitchen to-
Oh, Kikwang chuckles to himself. Hyunseung, as it turned out, was at the dining table, asleep; head on the table, eyes closed, and arms flailing to the sides. His hair is dangerously close to something oily-is that chicken?-and his legs are probably in an awkward position compared to the rest of his body.
Instead of poking him, as he initially wanted to do, Kikwang kisses his neck and slides his hands around Hyunseung, embracing him. He feels the brunette shift and mumble something, but he isn't sure what. He smiles, because he loves it when Hyunseung's like this-disoriented and incoherent and all-together peaceful, unlike his usual high-maintenence self.
He loves the obvious effort Hyunseung had made-two plates of greasy fried chicken that were placed carefully onto their (chipped) china plates. He squeezes a little and chuckles with Hyunseung grunts and finally wakes up from the slumber, quite ungracefully.
"Nnngh?"
"Seungie," Kikwang murmurs, "Thank you." He places another careful kiss at the base of his neck.
Hyunseung moans a little, "For what?"
Kikwang lets him lift his head and turn to him; they eye each other, Kikwang's crescent-shaped, sparkling eyes connecting with Hyunseung's soft, brown ones. Kikwang gestures to the cold food, "For this. For you."
Hyunseung wants to ask Thank you for me? but the urge dies when Kikwang seals their lips in a kiss, soft and sweet and loving. Hyunseung's eyes slip closed and he kisses back playfully, smiling dazedly-he's still at least one-fourths asleep. Even so, he gasps when Kikwang places his hands on his waist, rubbing ever so slowly.
Then he remembers that they're still in the kitchen, and that he's still sitting in the chair, so he moves to stand up. Kikwang goes along with him, smoothly, still connected through their lips. As they move-Hyunseung backs his way to their room while Kikwang smiles into their mouths, following-Kikwang's tongue slips into this mouth, exploring what he already knows. Hyunseung's back hits the couch and he laughs, and grabs Kikwang's jackets by the lapels to keep from falling. He's fully away by now, so he smiles mischeviously-a smirk-and continues to take hold of Kikwang's jacket, pulling him the rest of the way to their bedroom.
Kikwang's hands slide under his jacket, to his skin and Hyunseung shivers. Hyunseung mewls his name, sweet upon his lips, and Kikwang smiles, continuing. It is slow on Kikwang's part, and as always, Hyunseung just gets a little impatient. He shuffles out of his clothes and wraps his fingers around Kikwang's shirt, pulling it off swiftly. Their moans grow louder, so Kikwang has to shush them because he doesn't want to be called out by their neighbors again.
They move smoothly-they've done this too many times to be careful; Kikwang knows what he likes, licking his way down Hyunseung's torso, and Hyunseung knows what he likes, taking extra time to run his fingers down Kikwang's chest, stopping at his nipples.
Kikwang handles Hyunseung perfectly and vice versa, bucking into each other as they moan each other's names. They hold onto each other tightly, because that's the way they've always done this-together, at the same pace. There is no silence-moans filling the room, it could never be silent. They make love to each other like the other times they've done, and Kikwang realizes that he's never tired of doing this.
He enters slowly into him, and tells him to stay still, it'll be okay because it's always been okay like this. And when they finally come-Kikwang a few seconds before Hyunseung-he lays there for a little while, even though he hasn't pulled out yet. Hyunseung gets it (because it's always been like this) and hums softly, appreciatively.
They almost fall asleep without saying anything, just cuddling into each other. What would have been said otherwise didn't need to be said-they already know that they loved each other.
Hyunseung says it anyway, "Happy Valentines Day, Kikwang. I love you."
"I know, love you too. Now sleep."
Kikwang's always a little grumpy after this, but Hyunseung already knew this. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Dogs Eat, Cats Dine [SHINee]
Jonghyun/Key
G
~400w
Prompt: 5. shinee, jonghyun/key, http://www.flickr.com/photos/29639954@N02/2791954398/in/photostream/, pg-13 or lower
Ah, I suppose you can view this is Jongkey; there's not very much though-this really focuses more on their pets, haha.
Gwiboon stares up, tilting her head to the right. She eyes the dog across the room, then lowers her nose to the ground and closes her eyes. She hears voices, so her eyes open once more to find the dog closer than it had been before, now just a couple feet away. The cat lets out a long meow-a whine, really.
"Aw," her owner picks her up and craddles her close. "Gwiboonie," the man points to the dog, "This is Roo, Jjong's dog. He's going to live with us now, so we should get used to him, yeah?"
She gets the gist of what the human is saying and looks up into her owner's deep, feline-like eyes. Then she looks up and finds another human-she is still uncomfortable around him, but tolerates him because she's gotten used to him, now. Gwiboon narrows her eyes a bit.
"Ah, Kibum, she's glaring at me again," the brunette says, and Gwiboon thinks he looks like half-dinosaur and half-dog, not unlike the appearance of "Roo." His strong jawline and sharp teeth remind her of the animals that used to rule the world, and the large, brown eyes and floppy ears remind her of a dog. Gwiboon doesn't like him, but she supposes that if Almighty Kibum likes the human, she'd deal.
But this was not supposed to happen.
The raptor-dog man had never mentioned that he'd had a dog, for Heaven's sake. And now they'd have to live here? Together?
No. Way.
After Gwiboon squirms her way out of Key's arms, she slinks to the ground, eying the other dog, who had crept closer.
He seemed to want to sniff her.
No way in Hell.
Her back leg retracts and moves back, along with the rest of her body, but the damn German Sheperd continued to pad closer until Gwiboon had backed herself into the wall.
Roo sniffs her, once-twice-three-no, four times and Gwiboon suppresses a shudder. Her nostrils betray her though, and she smells him (he smells surprisingly good for a dog). Her eyes open and see that Roo is wagging his tail. He takes another sniff and barks. It startles her, but she starts to finally relax when he does so for what seems to be forever.
If she were to be honest with herself, it wasn't too bad. Kind of...peaceful, relaxing.
"Jonghyun, get Roo to stop sniffing Gwiboon," Key commands a while later.
"But, but look!" Jonghyun beams, "I think Roo likes her!"
And sure enough, Gwiboon recieves a lick powerful enough to jostle her over.
Kisses & Cuddles [SHINee]
Onew/Minho
G
~700w
Prompt: 1. SHINee, Onew/Minho, Can we just cuddle already? (Alt prompts: 01, 02) [i.e. flufffff/sap please you don't need to follow the prompts if you don't want to^^;], pg-15 I guess?
This is my first OnHo fic. Enjoy~ ^^
Onew glances to the left, then moves the opposite direction, ensuring that there would be space available if he wanted to sit. The man doesn't, though; he just stands there, at the end of the couch, watching the TV along with Jinki. It's unnerving because Jinki wants him to come here. He's not brave enough to say it though, so he just sits there and waits-for what, he doesn't know. Minho finally succombs and sits down, closer to Jinki than he had thought because their thighs are touching and Onew can feel the heat radiating off Minho.
From then on, Minho doesn't pay him any attention. It's disorienting, Jinki pouts. Then he realizes that it doesn't feel right, so he licks his lips-much better.
He watches the TV for a moment, then closes his eyes.
"Jinki hyung?"
"Yeah, Jonghyun ah?"
"Where's the oil?"
"Oil?" Jinki asks, confused. "What oil?"
"The cooking oil. You can't expect us to cook without oil, hyung."
"I guess not; you're making chicken, right?"
"No!" Jonghyun comes thundering him, fuming. Onew observes the imaginary smoke coming out of his ears and snickers to himself. Minho turns curiously, watching the two.
"E-Eh, fine. It's...in the cabinet? That's where I saw it last..." he mutters to himself, only because it seemed as if Jonghyun was going to scream at him. He doesn't like to be screamed at.
Jonghyun huffs, then stomps back into the kitchen, clomping his boots when they hit the tile, thump, thump, thump.
Minho stares at him, then comments, "That was random."
"Mhmm," Jinki nods. "Aren't you supposed to be out?"
Minho hums, "No, I got the day off."
"Oh. Okay," Jinki sort of twiddles his thumbs a little bit, becoming a bit nervous. It's nothing that he can't deal with, even though this isn't how he usually handles nervous. This was a different kind of nervous, the kind that brought butterflies to his stomach, and a red flush to his face. He doesn't like this feeling-he wants the other nervous back.
Minho chuckles, for no absolute reason really, and smiles a sweet smile at him-not the charismatic, brave smile that he put out everyday for the fans, on stage, on TV, in public. It is a sincere smile-and Onew pretends that his eyes don't water because Minho is smiling at him. He feels like a fangirl.
"Actually, no. I requested the day off," he mentions offhandedly.
"Huh? Really?"
"Well, I haven't really been around, have I? I just wanted to spend time with you. With you guys. All of you. You."
Onew's cheeks are burning brighter than usual and he hates it because it's so embarassing. "Me? Or, like, all of us? Me?"
"You."
"Oh."
"Though, I was kind of waiting for you to make a move..." Minho feels his body burning, though his face doesn't show it.
"M-Me?"
"Well, aren't we...together?"
"Er, you mean boyfriends?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"I did kiss you, didn't I? Unless that was a dream... But you said that you liked me too. I remember," As he says this, he picks up Jinki's hands and glances at them-chubby and small compared to his, but he loves them. He's pretty sure that he loves the owner of the hands too.
Jinki grins, a large toothy smile that stretched across his face, accenting his cheeks. His eyes turn into a crescent shape and he jumps with his body still on the couch, "If we're boyfriends, can we cuddle? I've always wanted to cuddle!"
Minho smiles; he doesn't respond, instead he just moves backwards a little bit and props Onew's legs onto his lap, reaching forward and-
"What are you doing?"
"Cuddling? And then kissing you?"
"Oh. Continue!"
And he does, leaning forward and brushing his chapped lips against Jinki's, then wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Onew seems to melt against the back of the couch so Minho grips him tighter and smiles into the kiss because it is so much better than the first one-clumsy and inexperienced, but still perfect in it's own way. This one is perfect too, and Minho hopes that all their kisses will be perfect.
"Can we do that again? And more cuddling, please."
Jealousy [SHINee]
Onew/Minho
G
~800w
Prompt: 5. SHINee, Onew/Minho, Onew getting jealous because of how many valentines chocolates/etc Minho receives, PG-15
Uh, Key's part in this may be kind of ooc/crack-ish? I don't really know. He' s just a troll.
It's quite funny, Kibum observes, the way Jinki's face morphs during Valentines Day. At one point, he'd be smiling, beaming so brightly that you can't help but cover your eyes. And then a second later, he'd be fuming-not the angry sort, but more jealous. Key watches Jinki watch Minho. It was the same every year: Minho would recieve gifts from the fans, and Jinki would question him, an extremely fake smile plastered on his face. Minho would bashfully tell him, oblivious to the way that Jinki's face would turn green in jealousy.
Onew was a cheerful person, most of the time. He was clumsy, and sometimes so dumb that you wanted to clonk him on the head. Jinki was affectionate, and insecure in a lot of ways. So when he sees Minho with gifts toppling over each other, he is clumsy and dumb and insecure-at the same time.
Key has a lot of fun on Valentines Day. He enjoys it. He enjoys it very much. So, being the genius that he was, he anonymously sends Minho gifts. He's been doing so for years.
This year, he had walked to the bakery down the street and bought a box of heart-shaped chocolates, smirking to himself.
("Hey, are those for me?" Key punches Jonghyun's arm. "Ow, that hurt, Kibummie!")
He places the chocolates into their joint mailbox and leaves a note.
"Minho oppa!!!!! Please accept these chocolates!! I made them especially for you~~ ♥ Please call me ~ (123) 456-7890 ♥♥♥"
And then he sits back to watch.
Jonghyun hands the members their mail-which really only happened to be bills, but he didn't know that-and smiled widely as he handed out the box to Minho. "You got another one," Jonghyun huffs a little, because why didn't he get one?
Minho eyes it carefully, pursing his lips a little. It was his fifth gift that day-he didn't really get Valentines Day. (But don't tell Jinki that or he'd kill him.) He only beared with it for the chocolates and the cuddles that 'Onew' somehow managed to sneak in public. His lips lifted into a smile though, when he notices that the chocolates are filled with caramel. Oblivious to the other member's stares, he sank his teeth into the first, savoring the taste.
He is on the third chocolate when Jinki comes in, stomping over. "Did you get another one?"
"Hmm," Minho mumbles; he really doesn't know what he's talking about.
"The chocolates."
"Oh," he looks down, "Yeah, I guess so."
He continues eating and Jinki stares at him.
"You want one?" Minho holds up the second to last chocolate.
And that's when Jinki's had enough. He rips the package from the younger one's hands, glaring at the note taped to the box, and throws it to the ground, stomping once-twice-three times. (Key's face falls.)
Minho is beyond shocked, almost to the point of whining But the chocolates, but he holds it in and looks up to Jinki. "What was that for?"
"Because!" He stomps to the kitchen.
The members are quiet, a little irked at the way Jinki reacted.
And then he returns, carrying a heart-shaped-
"Is that a cookie?"
Jinki then bites his bottom lip, nodding. "I-well you always get chocolates, so I thought that, uh. Maybe you'd get a little sick of them? Well, okay, maybe I thought wrong 'cause you were still eating chocolate when I came in so. I don't know, I guess, do you want it? Because I can give it to other people, or something. 'cause I thought-"
Jinki's face falls when he spots Minho laughing. "Jinki," he gestures, "come here." His brown hair is falling in front of his face and his eyes are shining and looking down-and Jesus, he looks like a floppy little dog moreso than even Jonghyun, the Ultimate Puppy, Minho thinks. Jinki pads over quietly, sitting where Minho had pointed to, which happened to be close-thighs to thighs.
"Stop rambling. I'm not sick of chocolates, but y'know, Kibum gave me them."
It's Key's turn to look over. "Huh?"
"Don't huh me. You've been doing this for years, right?" The way Minho says it makes the last question sound like a statement-and really, it is.
"Well!" Key's face is a little pink, "I just-I just wanted to see Jinki's face like that. He's never mad, or jealous. It's refreshing," he announces. Jonghyun's chuckles lead to a full belly laugh.
"Wait, wait, these chocolates are from you? You've been confessing to him with these little notes?" He points to the note attached.
"No," Key shakes his head quickly, "No! I just had to make it sound believable, you know?"
Taemin speaks up for the first time, huffing just a bit, "If you wanted it to sound believable, you should've sent them to Jonghyun hyung."
Key and Jonghyun flush red.
"So, do you want it or not?" Jinki pushes the plate of heart-shaped cookie to Minho.
"Mmm."
"Hey! Was that a yes or a no?"
"..."
"Don't worry, hyung! I helped him make it," Taemin chirps.
Always Like This [Beast]
Kikwang/Hyunseung
R (!) sex
~1100w
Prompt: 3. beast, kikwang/hyunseung, domestic-ish au but no children, all ratings
I had written a fic for this prompt a few weeks ago...but I lost it OTL. So this is my second attempt.
His eyes start to slip shut before he can help it, even though he's still at the dinner table, even though the dinner's still piping hot, even though Kikwang's not back yet. It's too quiet in the house, so in attempt to keep his eyes open, he flicks on the TV and watches, not sure what is going on. After a while, he realizes that it's the news, so he sits back in the chair and watches the reporter on the screen calmly talk about raging fires and a robbery that had flabbergasted the police. He watches her gaze into the camera, and locks his eyes with hers, even though it's a TV.
A sigh slips out, and really, it's a yawn, but he refuses to believe it because Kikwang's not home yet. He gazes down at the food, letting his tongue slide across his lips. He is hungry, but holds back. Kikwang isn't here yet.
He had meant to surprise Kikwang that night, even getting off his ass to cook dinner-kind of. Attempted to cook dinner. Earlier that night, he had left the chicken frying too long (chicken because that was the only thing he know how to cook-or, he could actually fry anything but the best thing to fry, he thought, was chicken) and the fire alarm had rung so loud that the neighbors had started to get worried. Worry warts, he had scoffed.
And now he's sitting here, sitting alone, trying to keep his eyes open.
Maybe I shouldn't have played video games last night, he thinks. Nah, zooombies-
Later he rethinks this thought because his eyes are slipping shut and will not reopen.
Kikwang slips the key into the hole and twists, opening the door. He runs a hand through his hair, and grunts when the lights hit him. He's tired and doesn't want to do anything, anywhere, anyhow, and that didn't make sense, not to him, the English teacher, who still has piles of essays to grade from his Honors Freshmen English class, who are in no way honors, he thinks bitterly to himself.
He twists his head to the right and hears a crack, then does the same to the left, rolling his shoulders to release tension.
"Hyunseung?"
Kikwang blinks and looks up, frowning. "Hyunseung?" he calls out again, and like the last, he gets no response. He walks into their room and drops of his stuff, looking around; Hyunseung's not there. Kikwang sighs for the fiftieth time and drags himself to the kitchen to-
Oh, Kikwang chuckles to himself. Hyunseung, as it turned out, was at the dining table, asleep; head on the table, eyes closed, and arms flailing to the sides. His hair is dangerously close to something oily-is that chicken?-and his legs are probably in an awkward position compared to the rest of his body.
Instead of poking him, as he initially wanted to do, Kikwang kisses his neck and slides his hands around Hyunseung, embracing him. He feels the brunette shift and mumble something, but he isn't sure what. He smiles, because he loves it when Hyunseung's like this-disoriented and incoherent and all-together peaceful, unlike his usual high-maintenence self.
He loves the obvious effort Hyunseung had made-two plates of greasy fried chicken that were placed carefully onto their (chipped) china plates. He squeezes a little and chuckles with Hyunseung grunts and finally wakes up from the slumber, quite ungracefully.
"Nnngh?"
"Seungie," Kikwang murmurs, "Thank you." He places another careful kiss at the base of his neck.
Hyunseung moans a little, "For what?"
Kikwang lets him lift his head and turn to him; they eye each other, Kikwang's crescent-shaped, sparkling eyes connecting with Hyunseung's soft, brown ones. Kikwang gestures to the cold food, "For this. For you."
Hyunseung wants to ask Thank you for me? but the urge dies when Kikwang seals their lips in a kiss, soft and sweet and loving. Hyunseung's eyes slip closed and he kisses back playfully, smiling dazedly-he's still at least one-fourths asleep. Even so, he gasps when Kikwang places his hands on his waist, rubbing ever so slowly.
Then he remembers that they're still in the kitchen, and that he's still sitting in the chair, so he moves to stand up. Kikwang goes along with him, smoothly, still connected through their lips. As they move-Hyunseung backs his way to their room while Kikwang smiles into their mouths, following-Kikwang's tongue slips into this mouth, exploring what he already knows. Hyunseung's back hits the couch and he laughs, and grabs Kikwang's jackets by the lapels to keep from falling. He's fully away by now, so he smiles mischeviously-a smirk-and continues to take hold of Kikwang's jacket, pulling him the rest of the way to their bedroom.
Kikwang's hands slide under his jacket, to his skin and Hyunseung shivers. Hyunseung mewls his name, sweet upon his lips, and Kikwang smiles, continuing. It is slow on Kikwang's part, and as always, Hyunseung just gets a little impatient. He shuffles out of his clothes and wraps his fingers around Kikwang's shirt, pulling it off swiftly. Their moans grow louder, so Kikwang has to shush them because he doesn't want to be called out by their neighbors again.
They move smoothly-they've done this too many times to be careful; Kikwang knows what he likes, licking his way down Hyunseung's torso, and Hyunseung knows what he likes, taking extra time to run his fingers down Kikwang's chest, stopping at his nipples.
Kikwang handles Hyunseung perfectly and vice versa, bucking into each other as they moan each other's names. They hold onto each other tightly, because that's the way they've always done this-together, at the same pace. There is no silence-moans filling the room, it could never be silent. They make love to each other like the other times they've done, and Kikwang realizes that he's never tired of doing this.
He enters slowly into him, and tells him to stay still, it'll be okay because it's always been okay like this. And when they finally come-Kikwang a few seconds before Hyunseung-he lays there for a little while, even though he hasn't pulled out yet. Hyunseung gets it (because it's always been like this) and hums softly, appreciatively.
They almost fall asleep without saying anything, just cuddling into each other. What would have been said otherwise didn't need to be said-they already know that they loved each other.
Hyunseung says it anyway, "Happy Valentines Day, Kikwang. I love you."
"I know, love you too. Now sleep."
Kikwang's always a little grumpy after this, but Hyunseung already knew this. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Dogs Eat, Cats Dine [SHINee]
Jonghyun/Key
G
~400w
Prompt: 5. shinee, jonghyun/key, http://www.flickr.com/photos/29639954@N02/2791954398/in/photostream/, pg-13 or lower
Ah, I suppose you can view this is Jongkey; there's not very much though-this really focuses more on their pets, haha.
Gwiboon stares up, tilting her head to the right. She eyes the dog across the room, then lowers her nose to the ground and closes her eyes. She hears voices, so her eyes open once more to find the dog closer than it had been before, now just a couple feet away. The cat lets out a long meow-a whine, really.
"Aw," her owner picks her up and craddles her close. "Gwiboonie," the man points to the dog, "This is Roo, Jjong's dog. He's going to live with us now, so we should get used to him, yeah?"
She gets the gist of what the human is saying and looks up into her owner's deep, feline-like eyes. Then she looks up and finds another human-she is still uncomfortable around him, but tolerates him because she's gotten used to him, now. Gwiboon narrows her eyes a bit.
"Ah, Kibum, she's glaring at me again," the brunette says, and Gwiboon thinks he looks like half-dinosaur and half-dog, not unlike the appearance of "Roo." His strong jawline and sharp teeth remind her of the animals that used to rule the world, and the large, brown eyes and floppy ears remind her of a dog. Gwiboon doesn't like him, but she supposes that if Almighty Kibum likes the human, she'd deal.
But this was not supposed to happen.
The raptor-dog man had never mentioned that he'd had a dog, for Heaven's sake. And now they'd have to live here? Together?
No. Way.
After Gwiboon squirms her way out of Key's arms, she slinks to the ground, eying the other dog, who had crept closer.
He seemed to want to sniff her.
No way in Hell.
Her back leg retracts and moves back, along with the rest of her body, but the damn German Sheperd continued to pad closer until Gwiboon had backed herself into the wall.
Roo sniffs her, once-twice-three-no, four times and Gwiboon suppresses a shudder. Her nostrils betray her though, and she smells him (he smells surprisingly good for a dog). Her eyes open and see that Roo is wagging his tail. He takes another sniff and barks. It startles her, but she starts to finally relax when he does so for what seems to be forever.
If she were to be honest with herself, it wasn't too bad. Kind of...peaceful, relaxing.
"Jonghyun, get Roo to stop sniffing Gwiboon," Key commands a while later.
"But, but look!" Jonghyun beams, "I think Roo likes her!"
And sure enough, Gwiboon recieves a lick powerful enough to jostle her over.
Kisses & Cuddles [SHINee]
Onew/Minho
G
~700w
Prompt: 1. SHINee, Onew/Minho, Can we just cuddle already? (Alt prompts: 01, 02) [i.e. flufffff/sap please you don't need to follow the prompts if you don't want to^^;], pg-15 I guess?
This is my first OnHo fic. Enjoy~ ^^
Onew glances to the left, then moves the opposite direction, ensuring that there would be space available if he wanted to sit. The man doesn't, though; he just stands there, at the end of the couch, watching the TV along with Jinki. It's unnerving because Jinki wants him to come here. He's not brave enough to say it though, so he just sits there and waits-for what, he doesn't know. Minho finally succombs and sits down, closer to Jinki than he had thought because their thighs are touching and Onew can feel the heat radiating off Minho.
From then on, Minho doesn't pay him any attention. It's disorienting, Jinki pouts. Then he realizes that it doesn't feel right, so he licks his lips-much better.
He watches the TV for a moment, then closes his eyes.
"Jinki hyung?"
"Yeah, Jonghyun ah?"
"Where's the oil?"
"Oil?" Jinki asks, confused. "What oil?"
"The cooking oil. You can't expect us to cook without oil, hyung."
"I guess not; you're making chicken, right?"
"No!" Jonghyun comes thundering him, fuming. Onew observes the imaginary smoke coming out of his ears and snickers to himself. Minho turns curiously, watching the two.
"E-Eh, fine. It's...in the cabinet? That's where I saw it last..." he mutters to himself, only because it seemed as if Jonghyun was going to scream at him. He doesn't like to be screamed at.
Jonghyun huffs, then stomps back into the kitchen, clomping his boots when they hit the tile, thump, thump, thump.
Minho stares at him, then comments, "That was random."
"Mhmm," Jinki nods. "Aren't you supposed to be out?"
Minho hums, "No, I got the day off."
"Oh. Okay," Jinki sort of twiddles his thumbs a little bit, becoming a bit nervous. It's nothing that he can't deal with, even though this isn't how he usually handles nervous. This was a different kind of nervous, the kind that brought butterflies to his stomach, and a red flush to his face. He doesn't like this feeling-he wants the other nervous back.
Minho chuckles, for no absolute reason really, and smiles a sweet smile at him-not the charismatic, brave smile that he put out everyday for the fans, on stage, on TV, in public. It is a sincere smile-and Onew pretends that his eyes don't water because Minho is smiling at him. He feels like a fangirl.
"Actually, no. I requested the day off," he mentions offhandedly.
"Huh? Really?"
"Well, I haven't really been around, have I? I just wanted to spend time with you. With you guys. All of you. You."
Onew's cheeks are burning brighter than usual and he hates it because it's so embarassing. "Me? Or, like, all of us? Me?"
"You."
"Oh."
"Though, I was kind of waiting for you to make a move..." Minho feels his body burning, though his face doesn't show it.
"M-Me?"
"Well, aren't we...together?"
"Er, you mean boyfriends?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"I did kiss you, didn't I? Unless that was a dream... But you said that you liked me too. I remember," As he says this, he picks up Jinki's hands and glances at them-chubby and small compared to his, but he loves them. He's pretty sure that he loves the owner of the hands too.
Jinki grins, a large toothy smile that stretched across his face, accenting his cheeks. His eyes turn into a crescent shape and he jumps with his body still on the couch, "If we're boyfriends, can we cuddle? I've always wanted to cuddle!"
Minho smiles; he doesn't respond, instead he just moves backwards a little bit and props Onew's legs onto his lap, reaching forward and-
"What are you doing?"
"Cuddling? And then kissing you?"
"Oh. Continue!"
And he does, leaning forward and brushing his chapped lips against Jinki's, then wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Onew seems to melt against the back of the couch so Minho grips him tighter and smiles into the kiss because it is so much better than the first one-clumsy and inexperienced, but still perfect in it's own way. This one is perfect too, and Minho hopes that all their kisses will be perfect.
"Can we do that again? And more cuddling, please."
Jealousy [SHINee]
Onew/Minho
G
~800w
Prompt: 5. SHINee, Onew/Minho, Onew getting jealous because of how many valentines chocolates/etc Minho receives, PG-15
Uh, Key's part in this may be kind of ooc/crack-ish? I don't really know. He' s just a troll.
It's quite funny, Kibum observes, the way Jinki's face morphs during Valentines Day. At one point, he'd be smiling, beaming so brightly that you can't help but cover your eyes. And then a second later, he'd be fuming-not the angry sort, but more jealous. Key watches Jinki watch Minho. It was the same every year: Minho would recieve gifts from the fans, and Jinki would question him, an extremely fake smile plastered on his face. Minho would bashfully tell him, oblivious to the way that Jinki's face would turn green in jealousy.
Onew was a cheerful person, most of the time. He was clumsy, and sometimes so dumb that you wanted to clonk him on the head. Jinki was affectionate, and insecure in a lot of ways. So when he sees Minho with gifts toppling over each other, he is clumsy and dumb and insecure-at the same time.
Key has a lot of fun on Valentines Day. He enjoys it. He enjoys it very much. So, being the genius that he was, he anonymously sends Minho gifts. He's been doing so for years.
This year, he had walked to the bakery down the street and bought a box of heart-shaped chocolates, smirking to himself.
("Hey, are those for me?" Key punches Jonghyun's arm. "Ow, that hurt, Kibummie!")
He places the chocolates into their joint mailbox and leaves a note.
"Minho oppa!!!!! Please accept these chocolates!! I made them especially for you~~ ♥ Please call me ~ (123) 456-7890 ♥♥♥"
And then he sits back to watch.
Jonghyun hands the members their mail-which really only happened to be bills, but he didn't know that-and smiled widely as he handed out the box to Minho. "You got another one," Jonghyun huffs a little, because why didn't he get one?
Minho eyes it carefully, pursing his lips a little. It was his fifth gift that day-he didn't really get Valentines Day. (But don't tell Jinki that or he'd kill him.) He only beared with it for the chocolates and the cuddles that 'Onew' somehow managed to sneak in public. His lips lifted into a smile though, when he notices that the chocolates are filled with caramel. Oblivious to the other member's stares, he sank his teeth into the first, savoring the taste.
He is on the third chocolate when Jinki comes in, stomping over. "Did you get another one?"
"Hmm," Minho mumbles; he really doesn't know what he's talking about.
"The chocolates."
"Oh," he looks down, "Yeah, I guess so."
He continues eating and Jinki stares at him.
"You want one?" Minho holds up the second to last chocolate.
And that's when Jinki's had enough. He rips the package from the younger one's hands, glaring at the note taped to the box, and throws it to the ground, stomping once-twice-three times. (Key's face falls.)
Minho is beyond shocked, almost to the point of whining But the chocolates, but he holds it in and looks up to Jinki. "What was that for?"
"Because!" He stomps to the kitchen.
The members are quiet, a little irked at the way Jinki reacted.
And then he returns, carrying a heart-shaped-
"Is that a cookie?"
Jinki then bites his bottom lip, nodding. "I-well you always get chocolates, so I thought that, uh. Maybe you'd get a little sick of them? Well, okay, maybe I thought wrong 'cause you were still eating chocolate when I came in so. I don't know, I guess, do you want it? Because I can give it to other people, or something. 'cause I thought-"
Jinki's face falls when he spots Minho laughing. "Jinki," he gestures, "come here." His brown hair is falling in front of his face and his eyes are shining and looking down-and Jesus, he looks like a floppy little dog moreso than even Jonghyun, the Ultimate Puppy, Minho thinks. Jinki pads over quietly, sitting where Minho had pointed to, which happened to be close-thighs to thighs.
"Stop rambling. I'm not sick of chocolates, but y'know, Kibum gave me them."
It's Key's turn to look over. "Huh?"
"Don't huh me. You've been doing this for years, right?" The way Minho says it makes the last question sound like a statement-and really, it is.
"Well!" Key's face is a little pink, "I just-I just wanted to see Jinki's face like that. He's never mad, or jealous. It's refreshing," he announces. Jonghyun's chuckles lead to a full belly laugh.
"Wait, wait, these chocolates are from you? You've been confessing to him with these little notes?" He points to the note attached.
"No," Key shakes his head quickly, "No! I just had to make it sound believable, you know?"
Taemin speaks up for the first time, huffing just a bit, "If you wanted it to sound believable, you should've sent them to Jonghyun hyung."
Key and Jonghyun flush red.
"So, do you want it or not?" Jinki pushes the plate of heart-shaped cookie to Minho.
"Mmm."
"Hey! Was that a yes or a no?"
"..."
"Don't worry, hyung! I helped him make it," Taemin chirps.