cinderella
pairing: onho
rating: g
It’s three days before Halloween when Jinki receives an invitation from one of the ahjumas at Minho’s kindergarten. A mother to a kid he doesn’t know, and doubts Minho knows him either, is throwing a Halloween party and the whole kindergarten is invited.
Minho is ecstatic.
Minho has no idea what Halloween is.
Jinki is really too tired to look for an outfit and drive Minho around Seoul for a party but he takes Minho to the toy store anyway.
*
“I want that one.” Minho points at a brightly colored outfit on the shelf, just out of reach for him. Jinki hesitates.
“Are you sure?”
Minho looks absolutely positive the way he’s nodding his head. It might fall of his shoulders at any moment if he doesn’t stop.
“But it’s…”
“Cinderella.”
Jinki swears Minho’s eyes grow bigger than they already are as he stares up at the dress, the blue fabric contrasting with the pink package. It says “3-5 year olds” in the upper left corner and the manufacturer kindly reminds all parents, and children, that shoes and tiaras are sold separately.
Jinki took a brief course in gender equality in his second year at college and even though it sounds great in theory he can’t help but wonder if this is a really good idea. Kids are ruthless. Kids bully.
“You know it’s for girls, right?”
“Yes.”
The smile on the small boy’s face doesn’t falter; the sparkle in his eyes doesn’t fade.
“And you’re a boy.”
For a four year-old Minho is surprisingly good at the “no shit” look. Jinki feels like an idiot for stating the obvious.
“Cinderella.” Minho says.
“Cinderella.” Jinki sighs in defeat.
He takes the appropriate size and hands the package to Minho who grabs it with two chubby hands. He’s smiling so big the grin might split his face in half and Jinki starts weaving trough the racks towards the register.
“I want a tiara!” A small voice yells several meters behind him and Jinki’s shoulders slump.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He’s not. And he wants the shoes too.
*
Minho doesn’t put up the usual struggle a few days later when Jinki calls him into the bathroom. For some reason the child hates having his hair brushed out of all things, and it doesn’t make sense to Jinki ,but he’s glad he doesn’t have to wrestle Minho into a headlock just so he can tame the black birds nest on top of his head.
“Make it pretty, hyung.” Minho is holding the tiara in his hands like it’s the most delicate things in the world.
He’s only dressed in his underwear and socks because the dress is staying in its package until the very last moment.
Minho might want to be Cinderella for Halloween but every single pair of pants he owns have fabric patches on the knees because of the rug burns he gets from crawling on his hands and knees all day long chasing his toy cars and trains.
The dress needs to survive until the party.
He got special permission to wear the tiara, though, and Jinki hopes the thin plastic won’t break by 3pm.
“Do I look pretty?” Minho asks as soon as Jinki is done placing the tiara on the little boy’s head.
“You’re always pretty.” Minho smiles and Jinki resist the urge to ruffle his hair.
*
When the big arrow on the clock reaches twelve and the small one moves to two Minho sprints across the room.
“It’s time!” His hair is slightly messy by the time he skids to a stop in front of Jinki and it’s a miracle the tiara is still in one piece and still on Minho’s head.
“We’re gonna be late!”
Jinki didn’t mean for two o’clock to be taken that literally but it’s kind of what happens when you try to explain the clock to an over-excited four year-old.
“Can I put on the dress now?”
*
The dress is on the top shelf in Jinki’s closet, hidden behind a box of winter clothes because Minho might be small and short but he can climb.
Jinki hands the pink packet to Minho who tears it open in a matter of seconds, unfolding a light blue dress from within it. It has puffy sleeves but not a hint of the bell-like shape the skirt the original has on screen but it doesn’t bother Minho.
The only thing that’s bothering him is the buttons on the back.
“Doesn’t work.” He pouts and stares miserably at the three buttons.
“Here. I’ll do it.” Jinki quickly unbuttons the back of the dress and removes the tiara before Minho gets it trough his mind to pull the dress on with the plastic still on his head.
There is a slight struggle; what arm goes where, the head getting stuck, but in the end Minho manages, making pirouettes with a big smile on his face as he watches the light fabric rise and fall around him.
Jinki thinks he looks adorable.
He places the tiara back on his head, the hair has become a bird’s next once again and there is nothing he can do about it, and pulls out his phone.
He has to document this.
Who knows, the picture might be useful for blackmailing in ten or fifteen years.
“Hyung, I look pretty right?”
“Like a real princess. Smile big for the camera.”
The flash goes off and the outfit gets documented before Minho takes off, running around the kitchen and living room, enjoying the way the dress floats around him.
He’s out of breath by the time Jinki calls for him by the front door. If they don’t leave now he will be late.
There is another hidden package, some more trash that’s being left on the floor and Minho is slipping on a pair of plastic shoes with a minimal heel before he rushes down the hallway towards the elevator.
He’s too short to reach the button and he forgot his wand but it doesn’t matter because he’s going to a party.
Jinki double checks his pockets, making sure he has his keys and phone and closes the door, unable to stop smiling as he looks down the hallway at the blue ball of energy waiting for him to call on the elevator.
a/n: partly inspired by an incident from my childhood where my brother was jealous of my disney dress because "it's easier to pee in" and wanted one as well
also, i had to have minho in a princess dress and he picked cinderella on his own. i swear this thing wrote itself.
rating: g
It’s three days before Halloween when Jinki receives an invitation from one of the ahjumas at Minho’s kindergarten. A mother to a kid he doesn’t know, and doubts Minho knows him either, is throwing a Halloween party and the whole kindergarten is invited.
Minho is ecstatic.
Minho has no idea what Halloween is.
Jinki is really too tired to look for an outfit and drive Minho around Seoul for a party but he takes Minho to the toy store anyway.
*
“I want that one.” Minho points at a brightly colored outfit on the shelf, just out of reach for him. Jinki hesitates.
“Are you sure?”
Minho looks absolutely positive the way he’s nodding his head. It might fall of his shoulders at any moment if he doesn’t stop.
“But it’s…”
“Cinderella.”
Jinki swears Minho’s eyes grow bigger than they already are as he stares up at the dress, the blue fabric contrasting with the pink package. It says “3-5 year olds” in the upper left corner and the manufacturer kindly reminds all parents, and children, that shoes and tiaras are sold separately.
Jinki took a brief course in gender equality in his second year at college and even though it sounds great in theory he can’t help but wonder if this is a really good idea. Kids are ruthless. Kids bully.
“You know it’s for girls, right?”
“Yes.”
The smile on the small boy’s face doesn’t falter; the sparkle in his eyes doesn’t fade.
“And you’re a boy.”
For a four year-old Minho is surprisingly good at the “no shit” look. Jinki feels like an idiot for stating the obvious.
“Cinderella.” Minho says.
“Cinderella.” Jinki sighs in defeat.
He takes the appropriate size and hands the package to Minho who grabs it with two chubby hands. He’s smiling so big the grin might split his face in half and Jinki starts weaving trough the racks towards the register.
“I want a tiara!” A small voice yells several meters behind him and Jinki’s shoulders slump.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He’s not. And he wants the shoes too.
*
Minho doesn’t put up the usual struggle a few days later when Jinki calls him into the bathroom. For some reason the child hates having his hair brushed out of all things, and it doesn’t make sense to Jinki ,but he’s glad he doesn’t have to wrestle Minho into a headlock just so he can tame the black birds nest on top of his head.
“Make it pretty, hyung.” Minho is holding the tiara in his hands like it’s the most delicate things in the world.
He’s only dressed in his underwear and socks because the dress is staying in its package until the very last moment.
Minho might want to be Cinderella for Halloween but every single pair of pants he owns have fabric patches on the knees because of the rug burns he gets from crawling on his hands and knees all day long chasing his toy cars and trains.
The dress needs to survive until the party.
He got special permission to wear the tiara, though, and Jinki hopes the thin plastic won’t break by 3pm.
“Do I look pretty?” Minho asks as soon as Jinki is done placing the tiara on the little boy’s head.
“You’re always pretty.” Minho smiles and Jinki resist the urge to ruffle his hair.
*
When the big arrow on the clock reaches twelve and the small one moves to two Minho sprints across the room.
“It’s time!” His hair is slightly messy by the time he skids to a stop in front of Jinki and it’s a miracle the tiara is still in one piece and still on Minho’s head.
“We’re gonna be late!”
Jinki didn’t mean for two o’clock to be taken that literally but it’s kind of what happens when you try to explain the clock to an over-excited four year-old.
“Can I put on the dress now?”
*
The dress is on the top shelf in Jinki’s closet, hidden behind a box of winter clothes because Minho might be small and short but he can climb.
Jinki hands the pink packet to Minho who tears it open in a matter of seconds, unfolding a light blue dress from within it. It has puffy sleeves but not a hint of the bell-like shape the skirt the original has on screen but it doesn’t bother Minho.
The only thing that’s bothering him is the buttons on the back.
“Doesn’t work.” He pouts and stares miserably at the three buttons.
“Here. I’ll do it.” Jinki quickly unbuttons the back of the dress and removes the tiara before Minho gets it trough his mind to pull the dress on with the plastic still on his head.
There is a slight struggle; what arm goes where, the head getting stuck, but in the end Minho manages, making pirouettes with a big smile on his face as he watches the light fabric rise and fall around him.
Jinki thinks he looks adorable.
He places the tiara back on his head, the hair has become a bird’s next once again and there is nothing he can do about it, and pulls out his phone.
He has to document this.
Who knows, the picture might be useful for blackmailing in ten or fifteen years.
“Hyung, I look pretty right?”
“Like a real princess. Smile big for the camera.”
The flash goes off and the outfit gets documented before Minho takes off, running around the kitchen and living room, enjoying the way the dress floats around him.
He’s out of breath by the time Jinki calls for him by the front door. If they don’t leave now he will be late.
There is another hidden package, some more trash that’s being left on the floor and Minho is slipping on a pair of plastic shoes with a minimal heel before he rushes down the hallway towards the elevator.
He’s too short to reach the button and he forgot his wand but it doesn’t matter because he’s going to a party.
Jinki double checks his pockets, making sure he has his keys and phone and closes the door, unable to stop smiling as he looks down the hallway at the blue ball of energy waiting for him to call on the elevator.
a/n: partly inspired by an incident from my childhood where my brother was jealous of my disney dress because "it's easier to pee in" and wanted one as well
also, i had to have minho in a princess dress and he picked cinderella on his own. i swear this thing wrote itself.