"GEDDIT"
Title: GEDDIT
Rating: PG-13 / Fucked Up short shit.
Pairing: Jongyu … I guess.
Notes: Crack. You have been warned.
“… like BOOM!”
The bass pounded, speakers blaring out their latest song. They were overly pleased with the results, and it had been made a point to allow Key and Minho to collaborate more often on compositions. “Get It” was getting a phenomenal response from the public and SHINee knew well that Happy SM was the best kind of SM to have. A pleased cat call hooted from a sitting figure, as another body moved with the fluidity of congealing tar.
Let’s face it. Jinki was awkward.
And a little bit drunk.
“HEY BABY! YOU AND ME!” The second body, also slightly intoxicated, belted from his position on the lawn chair. God only knew why SHINee had a lawn chair, or how Jonghyun had even managed to get the damn thing inside. He hooted again, pumping a fist in the air as Jinki preformed an anything but seductive body roll. It wasn’t that he was incapable of dancing, or that he had no sex appeal… he just wasn’t always able to combine the two. The leader ran a hand down the side of his face, nipping the tip of his pinky before it trailed down his neck. “RET ME BE YO’ ROVER!” It was anyone’s guess as to why Jonghyun was such a failure at pronouncing his L’s, especially since they were used in his native tongue. Lyrics were sang out of order and sounded pretty god-awful to be honest, but the raptor-toothed vocalist was having a blast, and that’s really all either of them cared about.
For some unexplainable reason, Jinki found the Abracadabra dance appropriate, swinging his hips from side to side. Of course, sangtae never failed to rear its troll-faced head and soon the vocalist found himself stumbling over an empty soju bottle whilst spinning in place. Thankfully, he wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t flail his arms spastically and regain his balance. Even without the satisfying ‘thud’ of a falling body, Jonghyun clapped his hands together gleefully, wagging his non-existent tail. After thoroughly laughing his ass off, Jinki flipped his hair out of his face, arched a brow and gave the best sex stare his dubu body would allow. He extended an arm, curling a single digit out then towards himself, silently beckoning the other vocalist to his side.
Letting a seductive growl that sounded more like a cow being stabbed in the throat, Jonghyun stood to his full height of 3-foot-nothing and pranced towards the older man. They giggled like school girls as Jonghyun looped his arms around the other’s neck, the leader settling his hands on the pocket-sized raptor’s thin waist. Yes, they were making fools of themselves, but there was enough alcohol to nullify the second-hand embarrassment Jinki felt while watching Jonghyun drop it low and shake that money maker. The younger of the two rolled back up, wetting his lips and drawing close enough to press their chests together. In standard conditions, Awkward Onew would have staggered back out of surprise and probably fell on his ass. Kinky Jinki however, found it thoroughly appropriate to lick the left side of Jonghyun’s face, from his chin to the top of his temple.
He shrieked like a banshee, and Jinki was fairly sure all of that soju was going to explode from his bladder from the intense laughter that shook his body. While the screaming vocalist was desperate to get away, the other was all too excited to keep him near and torture him further. He kept a firm grip on Jonghyun’s hips, being lead backwards as the other attempted to flee. With two boys that pretty much failed at coordination, it took a grand total of four and a half seconds for them to trip over the forgotten lawn chair and land ungracefully onto the floor. Both were in tears, though for very different reasons, and as the smaller male squeaked and tried to wiggle out from under his hyung, the front door opened.
Key stared.
And screamed.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? WHY IS MY LIVING ROOM LIKE THIS?”
The drunken vocalists blinked, then stared at eachother, hoping that one of them would suddenly develop psychic powers with the ability to vaporize Key’s vocal cords and refill their soju bottles. Jinki slowly shifted his eyes to the furious flamer. “… Soccer?”
“Soccer!”
They leapt to their feet with such glee and excitement, one would have thought that Taemin finally turned 18. Instantly, the located the nearest soju bottle, and began kicking it back and forth. Key wept, burying his face in his hands, wondering over and over again why Minho thought it was a good idea to leave these two alone. An empty bottle between the shoulder blades knocked him over and onto his face.
“GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAL!”
Rating: PG-13 / Fucked Up short shit.
Pairing: Jongyu … I guess.
Notes: Crack. You have been warned.
“… like BOOM!”
The bass pounded, speakers blaring out their latest song. They were overly pleased with the results, and it had been made a point to allow Key and Minho to collaborate more often on compositions. “Get It” was getting a phenomenal response from the public and SHINee knew well that Happy SM was the best kind of SM to have. A pleased cat call hooted from a sitting figure, as another body moved with the fluidity of congealing tar.
Let’s face it. Jinki was awkward.
And a little bit drunk.
“HEY BABY! YOU AND ME!” The second body, also slightly intoxicated, belted from his position on the lawn chair. God only knew why SHINee had a lawn chair, or how Jonghyun had even managed to get the damn thing inside. He hooted again, pumping a fist in the air as Jinki preformed an anything but seductive body roll. It wasn’t that he was incapable of dancing, or that he had no sex appeal… he just wasn’t always able to combine the two. The leader ran a hand down the side of his face, nipping the tip of his pinky before it trailed down his neck. “RET ME BE YO’ ROVER!” It was anyone’s guess as to why Jonghyun was such a failure at pronouncing his L’s, especially since they were used in his native tongue. Lyrics were sang out of order and sounded pretty god-awful to be honest, but the raptor-toothed vocalist was having a blast, and that’s really all either of them cared about.
For some unexplainable reason, Jinki found the Abracadabra dance appropriate, swinging his hips from side to side. Of course, sangtae never failed to rear its troll-faced head and soon the vocalist found himself stumbling over an empty soju bottle whilst spinning in place. Thankfully, he wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t flail his arms spastically and regain his balance. Even without the satisfying ‘thud’ of a falling body, Jonghyun clapped his hands together gleefully, wagging his non-existent tail. After thoroughly laughing his ass off, Jinki flipped his hair out of his face, arched a brow and gave the best sex stare his dubu body would allow. He extended an arm, curling a single digit out then towards himself, silently beckoning the other vocalist to his side.
Letting a seductive growl that sounded more like a cow being stabbed in the throat, Jonghyun stood to his full height of 3-foot-nothing and pranced towards the older man. They giggled like school girls as Jonghyun looped his arms around the other’s neck, the leader settling his hands on the pocket-sized raptor’s thin waist. Yes, they were making fools of themselves, but there was enough alcohol to nullify the second-hand embarrassment Jinki felt while watching Jonghyun drop it low and shake that money maker. The younger of the two rolled back up, wetting his lips and drawing close enough to press their chests together. In standard conditions, Awkward Onew would have staggered back out of surprise and probably fell on his ass. Kinky Jinki however, found it thoroughly appropriate to lick the left side of Jonghyun’s face, from his chin to the top of his temple.
He shrieked like a banshee, and Jinki was fairly sure all of that soju was going to explode from his bladder from the intense laughter that shook his body. While the screaming vocalist was desperate to get away, the other was all too excited to keep him near and torture him further. He kept a firm grip on Jonghyun’s hips, being lead backwards as the other attempted to flee. With two boys that pretty much failed at coordination, it took a grand total of four and a half seconds for them to trip over the forgotten lawn chair and land ungracefully onto the floor. Both were in tears, though for very different reasons, and as the smaller male squeaked and tried to wiggle out from under his hyung, the front door opened.
Key stared.
And screamed.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? WHY IS MY LIVING ROOM LIKE THIS?”
The drunken vocalists blinked, then stared at eachother, hoping that one of them would suddenly develop psychic powers with the ability to vaporize Key’s vocal cords and refill their soju bottles. Jinki slowly shifted his eyes to the furious flamer. “… Soccer?”
“Soccer!”
They leapt to their feet with such glee and excitement, one would have thought that Taemin finally turned 18. Instantly, the located the nearest soju bottle, and began kicking it back and forth. Key wept, burying his face in his hands, wondering over and over again why Minho thought it was a good idea to leave these two alone. An empty bottle between the shoulder blades knocked him over and onto his face.
“GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAL!”