"untitled" ; ask prompt 01 ; jongtaeho ; pg
"Untitled"
pairing: Jongtaeho
genre: drabble, band!fic
warnings: none
"Hmm… Hmm… Mhm… Hmmmm…"
"Taemin?"
"Hmm…"
"Taemin."
"Mhm…"
"Tae-"
"Ahh… Hmmm…"
“Taemin, what hmm-ing and ha-ing about?” Minho snapped, annoyed.
"Oh. nothing i was just thinking." Taemin replied.
"Well, can you hmmm and think while pouring your cereal into your bowl instead of the floor?” Minho said before turning back to his own breakfast.
"Oh shit!" Taemin dropped the box of Cheerios onto the counter before bending down to get the ones that fell onto the floor.
"What are you thinking about Taemin?" I asked, getting up from across Minho at the table to refill my coffee mug.
"Well, just something I want to run by Minho later on" he said nonchalantly, moving over to the garbage to throw out the fallen Cheerios
"Yeah, like what?" Minho asked, taking a bite of cereal.
"Yeah, just say it now, get it over with, we’ll be busy later today anyway and you’ll probably forget." I added. I stirred some sugar into my coffee before moving back to my seat. "I won’t listen if it makes you feel better."
"No, it doesn’t bother me." Taemin replied, pouring milk on top of the cereal that managed to land in his bowl. "If you’re sure, I’ll say it now." He went over to the fridge to put the milk away before returning to grab his bowl, "but only if you’re really sure,” He got his bowl and started walking over to the table, ” are you su-“
"Taemin. Just cut to the chase already." Minho cut in.
"Well, Minho, you know I love you right?" Minho sighed and rolled his eyes. I took a sip of my coffee to stifle my chuckle. This kid, seriously.
"Yes, Taemin, I know." he said, digging his spoon into his bowl to grab another bite.
"Okay, good, because. Well. It’s just that Jonghyun has just looked so fucking hot lately-" we both stilled; i stopped mid-sip and Minho didn’t even take his spoon out his mouth.
"Wha-" Minho began around the spoon but Taemin cut him off.
"Don’t you think he’d be a really good bottom?" I spat out my coffee so fast it was coming out of my nose, Minho damn near swallowed his fucking spoon.
"Wh-at?" i said, hitting my chest, trying not to choke.
"Taemin what the fuck?" Minho coughed out.
"Like, I know he doesn’t have much of an ass, but i mean, come on! You’ve seen him naked, you know his body is drop. Dead. Gorgeous." We both just stared at him, trying to catch our breath.
"Taemin-" I started.
"Are you saying you want me to fuck him or something?" Minho cut in. I gaped at him.
"Minho! Don’t egg him on!"
"I’m not egging him on I’m just asking-"
"No, I’m saying I want to fuck him.” Minho and I stopped arguing, and stared at him again. I pushed my chair back and stood up.
"I’m going to go take a shower." I said, starting for the hall.
"Can I come?" Taemin asked innocently, watching me walk out of the room.
"No!"