"Kai-Bai-Bo"
Title: Kai-Bai-Bo
Rating: PG. Fluff
Pairing: Jongyu, 2min if you’re looking for it.
Notes: More productive lunch breaks. No, I’m not trolling you this time, lololol. Not too hard anyway. I didn’t proof-read most of this either, so if there are typos, sorry x_x Enjoy :] I WISH THE READMORE BREAK WORKED WHEN I WANTED IT TO
Oh the chaos that occurred when Key had a schedule.
None of the remaining four performers had woken up before one in the afternoon, fumbling about the house as they awoke. Blankets and clothing were thrown about haphazardly as one stumbled to the bathroom, two to the couch, and another just decided to roll onto the floor and keep sleeping. In the end, the mess reeked of bodies and enough malice to devour a small child. Alas, poor Onew, long lost beneath the folds of dirtied fabric, was never seen or heard from again. RIP Lee Jinki, December 14, 1989 - October 8th, 2010. May his dubu soul rest in peace and everlasting chicken.
… Just kidding.
Though with the look on the leader’s face - finally visible when he sat up - he may have rather been dead. He gasped, disgusted from the smell, scrambling to his feet and kicking everything off into a corner. Yes, it was definitely laundry day. Key was in for a nasty surprise when he finally got home… though it may be best not to think about it. There was often violence when the laundry was too unbearable, and typically the person that was the last out the door was forced to help. Good thing he had his show that night! Plugging his nose but still managing a happy grin, Onew skipped out of the bedroom.
By this point, all three of the other singers had settled themselves on the couch. Minho’s arm was draped casually over the maknae’s shoulder while Jonghyun leaned against the arm, forever alone in his Jurassic world. Scratching the mop of hair upon his scalp, Onew briefly glanced at the TV before heading into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee, smiling behind the rim of his mug. Watching the Food Network was a terrible idea so soon after waking up, and the side effects of watching other people eat would be evident in three… two… one.
Taemin’s stomach growled.
Everyone stared.
“Hyuuunnng,” the dancer whined, but before he could even finish his complaint, Minho was up on his feet, pulling the younger boy up with him. He wordlessly stepped to the doorway, slipping on his shoes and sticking his wallet in his back pocket. Jonghyun’s eyes followed, and as they opened the front door, he immediately sat up, crawling to the other side of the couch, leaning so far over the arm that Onew was convinced he was going to fall on his face.
“Where’re you two going?”
With Taemin already out the door, the tall rapper was left to answer the much less taller man. He offered a small smile and shrugged. “Wherever Taeminnie wants to go.”
“Well…” Raptor gone snake, the vocalists whole body slid over the arm of the furniture, landing with such a pronounced ‘thud’ that Onew flinched. Jonghyun crawled on hands and knees, causing a single eyebrow to arch high upon Minho’s head. “can you bring something back…?” He smiled, followed by the best puppy-dog face he could manage. Unfortunately, Choi Minho was immune to puppy faces because he was just that much of a badass… and Taemin had more or less immunized him.
“No.” Click.
Defeated, Jonghyun groaned, rolling down and burying his face in his forearms. After setting his mug down on the counter, Onew crossed his arms. To comment, or not to comment… It was kind of funny to see the other vocalist get worked up, especially since all he had to do was put a hand on his forehead to keep him at bay. Unfortunately, he was drawing a blank. Jonghyun would get off lucky today. “You hungry?”
“No,” the other boy replied. “I just want to eat because I’m fat. Yes I’m hungry.” He slowly got to his feet, shuffling back over to the couch.
“Cook something then,” Onew shrugged, glancing towards the fridge. Did they even have anything to cook? Grocery Day was usually the same as Laundry Day…
Jonghyun stopped inches before the couch, looking over to the leader in silent contemplation. Unfortunately, wit wasn’t his strong point. “You cook something.”
Ah, a dilemma. The older of the two hummed thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on his bicep. Normally he didn’t mind cooking. It could be fun, and the results weren’t always terrible. On the other hand… playing with Jonghyun was also fun. He smiled cheerfully, dropping his arms and extending a fist. “Kai-Bai-Bo for it?”
They could have just as easily flipped a coin. They also could have followed Minho’s lead and just gone out. Going out meant walking somewhere though, and obviously, both were feeling a bit on the lazy side today. Wetting his lips and staring at the extended hand for a few seconds, Jonghyun finally nodded, grinning and extending his own hand. “You got it.”
He walked over into the kitchen, positioning himself before the other boy. The two locked eyes. While a determined spark flickered in the shorter males eyes, the other kept the same expression: a happy smile. “Kai-bai-bo!” Their voices were in unison, and apparently, so were their minds. Both hands remained in fists, pushing them to the second round. “Kai-bai-bo!” Another playthrough only resulted in another matching pair, digits curled and split leaving only two fingers exposed. Round three! “Kai-bai-” Their game came to an abrupt halt as a new sign was thrown into the mix.
Jonghyun had been unaware as to just how close the leader had been from him, but now that his lips were pressed against his, that silky hair tickling his nose and smelling wonderful in the process, he realized that… he probably wouldn’t have shifted away anyway. It was short and sweet, Onew breaking the kiss almost as quickly as it had been initiated. “Wh-…” The younger of the two blinked, trying to fight back the heat and color pushing to the surface of his cheeks. “What was that for?”
“You said ‘Bobo’.” Onew chuckled, that same smile on his face, if not a bit wider now. He swayed to-and-fro on his heels in a childlike fashion, then held up his hand, two fingers outstretched. “Bai beats Bo.” Jonghyun was flabbergasted, immediately looking down at his now outstretched fingers - a fist which had uncurled from the shock of his leaders sudden display of affection.
“… that’s cheating!”
“I won.”
At first, he was furious. Then, as he thought it over, it really was a good trick. The irate twitching in his eye stilled, his trademark raptor smile spreading across those sharp features. Pink dusted his face as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He drew two conclusions: he could either admit defeat and get cooking, or… He extended his hand again.
“Rematch?”
Rating: PG. Fluff
Pairing: Jongyu, 2min if you’re looking for it.
Notes: More productive lunch breaks. No, I’m not trolling you this time, lololol. Not too hard anyway. I didn’t proof-read most of this either, so if there are typos, sorry x_x Enjoy :] I WISH THE READMORE BREAK WORKED WHEN I WANTED IT TO
Oh the chaos that occurred when Key had a schedule.
None of the remaining four performers had woken up before one in the afternoon, fumbling about the house as they awoke. Blankets and clothing were thrown about haphazardly as one stumbled to the bathroom, two to the couch, and another just decided to roll onto the floor and keep sleeping. In the end, the mess reeked of bodies and enough malice to devour a small child. Alas, poor Onew, long lost beneath the folds of dirtied fabric, was never seen or heard from again. RIP Lee Jinki, December 14, 1989 - October 8th, 2010. May his dubu soul rest in peace and everlasting chicken.
… Just kidding.
Though with the look on the leader’s face - finally visible when he sat up - he may have rather been dead. He gasped, disgusted from the smell, scrambling to his feet and kicking everything off into a corner. Yes, it was definitely laundry day. Key was in for a nasty surprise when he finally got home… though it may be best not to think about it. There was often violence when the laundry was too unbearable, and typically the person that was the last out the door was forced to help. Good thing he had his show that night! Plugging his nose but still managing a happy grin, Onew skipped out of the bedroom.
By this point, all three of the other singers had settled themselves on the couch. Minho’s arm was draped casually over the maknae’s shoulder while Jonghyun leaned against the arm, forever alone in his Jurassic world. Scratching the mop of hair upon his scalp, Onew briefly glanced at the TV before heading into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee, smiling behind the rim of his mug. Watching the Food Network was a terrible idea so soon after waking up, and the side effects of watching other people eat would be evident in three… two… one.
Taemin’s stomach growled.
Everyone stared.
“Hyuuunnng,” the dancer whined, but before he could even finish his complaint, Minho was up on his feet, pulling the younger boy up with him. He wordlessly stepped to the doorway, slipping on his shoes and sticking his wallet in his back pocket. Jonghyun’s eyes followed, and as they opened the front door, he immediately sat up, crawling to the other side of the couch, leaning so far over the arm that Onew was convinced he was going to fall on his face.
“Where’re you two going?”
With Taemin already out the door, the tall rapper was left to answer the much less taller man. He offered a small smile and shrugged. “Wherever Taeminnie wants to go.”
“Well…” Raptor gone snake, the vocalists whole body slid over the arm of the furniture, landing with such a pronounced ‘thud’ that Onew flinched. Jonghyun crawled on hands and knees, causing a single eyebrow to arch high upon Minho’s head. “can you bring something back…?” He smiled, followed by the best puppy-dog face he could manage. Unfortunately, Choi Minho was immune to puppy faces because he was just that much of a badass… and Taemin had more or less immunized him.
“No.” Click.
Defeated, Jonghyun groaned, rolling down and burying his face in his forearms. After setting his mug down on the counter, Onew crossed his arms. To comment, or not to comment… It was kind of funny to see the other vocalist get worked up, especially since all he had to do was put a hand on his forehead to keep him at bay. Unfortunately, he was drawing a blank. Jonghyun would get off lucky today. “You hungry?”
“No,” the other boy replied. “I just want to eat because I’m fat. Yes I’m hungry.” He slowly got to his feet, shuffling back over to the couch.
“Cook something then,” Onew shrugged, glancing towards the fridge. Did they even have anything to cook? Grocery Day was usually the same as Laundry Day…
Jonghyun stopped inches before the couch, looking over to the leader in silent contemplation. Unfortunately, wit wasn’t his strong point. “You cook something.”
Ah, a dilemma. The older of the two hummed thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on his bicep. Normally he didn’t mind cooking. It could be fun, and the results weren’t always terrible. On the other hand… playing with Jonghyun was also fun. He smiled cheerfully, dropping his arms and extending a fist. “Kai-Bai-Bo for it?”
They could have just as easily flipped a coin. They also could have followed Minho’s lead and just gone out. Going out meant walking somewhere though, and obviously, both were feeling a bit on the lazy side today. Wetting his lips and staring at the extended hand for a few seconds, Jonghyun finally nodded, grinning and extending his own hand. “You got it.”
He walked over into the kitchen, positioning himself before the other boy. The two locked eyes. While a determined spark flickered in the shorter males eyes, the other kept the same expression: a happy smile. “Kai-bai-bo!” Their voices were in unison, and apparently, so were their minds. Both hands remained in fists, pushing them to the second round. “Kai-bai-bo!” Another playthrough only resulted in another matching pair, digits curled and split leaving only two fingers exposed. Round three! “Kai-bai-” Their game came to an abrupt halt as a new sign was thrown into the mix.
Jonghyun had been unaware as to just how close the leader had been from him, but now that his lips were pressed against his, that silky hair tickling his nose and smelling wonderful in the process, he realized that… he probably wouldn’t have shifted away anyway. It was short and sweet, Onew breaking the kiss almost as quickly as it had been initiated. “Wh-…” The younger of the two blinked, trying to fight back the heat and color pushing to the surface of his cheeks. “What was that for?”
“You said ‘Bobo’.” Onew chuckled, that same smile on his face, if not a bit wider now. He swayed to-and-fro on his heels in a childlike fashion, then held up his hand, two fingers outstretched. “Bai beats Bo.” Jonghyun was flabbergasted, immediately looking down at his now outstretched fingers - a fist which had uncurled from the shock of his leaders sudden display of affection.
“… that’s cheating!”
“I won.”
At first, he was furious. Then, as he thought it over, it really was a good trick. The irate twitching in his eye stilled, his trademark raptor smile spreading across those sharp features. Pink dusted his face as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He drew two conclusions: he could either admit defeat and get cooking, or… He extended his hand again.
“Rematch?”