I'm genie for your wish
fandom: hey! say! jump + shinee
pair: kim kibum x inoo kei
rating: pg-13 for implied situations~
summary: key teaches inoo how to dance.
wordcount: 268
note: for prongsiee , since I accidentally created this ship for her. title taken shamelessly from the SNSD song, where else.
"Have you tried this before?" Key asks him, when the two of them are cross-legged on the floor dutifully studying SNSD videos off youtube. Inoo watches as the girls fall into formation, long legs flashing across the screen, before looking up to blink at him.
"Once or twice, for fun," he admits. "But never very seriously."
"Huh," Key says to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "That means I've got more to work on."
"Pardon?" Inoo asks, and the Korean idol looks at him with a curious smile, eyes lidded and mysterious -- it reminds Inoo of a cat surveying its prey, but he shakes the thought off, blaming it on his paranoia instead.
"Stand up," Key instructs, and Inoo complies, biting back the questions when the younger boy positions himself behind him, hands brushing their way along the length of his arm. "We're going to learn together okay?"
Inoo nods because he doesn't know what to say, not when Key guides him slowly and deliberately, sliding in close enough to press against his back as he steers him through the choreography. It's midway through when something starts to feel out of place because Inoo feels a hand slip beneath his shirt and his train of thought stutters.
"Key-san?" Inoo gulps, barely suppressing a shiver when he feels cool fingertips tracing their way up his chest and across his collarbone. "I don't recall this dance move --"
"Shh," the other boy murmurs soothingly into his neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin and savouring the breathy gasp it evinces. "This is how we do it, the Korean way."
pair: kim kibum x inoo kei
rating: pg-13 for implied situations~
summary: key teaches inoo how to dance.
wordcount: 268
note: for prongsiee , since I accidentally created this ship for her. title taken shamelessly from the SNSD song, where else.
"Have you tried this before?" Key asks him, when the two of them are cross-legged on the floor dutifully studying SNSD videos off youtube. Inoo watches as the girls fall into formation, long legs flashing across the screen, before looking up to blink at him.
"Once or twice, for fun," he admits. "But never very seriously."
"Huh," Key says to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "That means I've got more to work on."
"Pardon?" Inoo asks, and the Korean idol looks at him with a curious smile, eyes lidded and mysterious -- it reminds Inoo of a cat surveying its prey, but he shakes the thought off, blaming it on his paranoia instead.
"Stand up," Key instructs, and Inoo complies, biting back the questions when the younger boy positions himself behind him, hands brushing their way along the length of his arm. "We're going to learn together okay?"
Inoo nods because he doesn't know what to say, not when Key guides him slowly and deliberately, sliding in close enough to press against his back as he steers him through the choreography. It's midway through when something starts to feel out of place because Inoo feels a hand slip beneath his shirt and his train of thought stutters.
"Key-san?" Inoo gulps, barely suppressing a shiver when he feels cool fingertips tracing their way up his chest and across his collarbone. "I don't recall this dance move --"
"Shh," the other boy murmurs soothingly into his neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin and savouring the breathy gasp it evinces. "This is how we do it, the Korean way."