[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee - Kiss it Better
Title: Kiss it Better
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: girl!Minho/Key (Minjung/Gwiboon)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Ever since debut, Gwiboon has been incredibly helpful in her own bossy, stubborn way. It’s time for Minjung to return the favour.
Comments: more random girl!minkey ;_; idek what’s going on. but I developed a thing for the pair. yay? so sorry it’s cliché it was just fun to write x)
It’s only half an hour to showtime, their first actual comeback, and everyone has more butterflies in their stomach than humanly possible. Eunsook is going through the lyrics time and time again, humming silently to herself in one of the corners, while smoothing down the ridiculous flow-y hem of her dress that looks almost like a bridal gown with obnoxious pink details. Taeyeon is close by, mapping the choreography to keep herself distracted, absently tugging down her glittery miniskirt that keeps riding up her thighs. Junghee seems to be the calmest one for now, sitting in the comfy sofa, her eyes closed.
Minjung has to admit that she feels like her skin is suddenly too tight for her, and she would do anything to get rid of the persistent itch of nerves crawling up her spine. It takes her a while to realize Gwiboon is missing but when she does, she tells the closest stylist she’ll be right back and disappears from the overly heated room into the long corridors. There are people there, too, but it’s still calmer and cooler than inside the backroom and she takes a long, deep breath to savour that.
It takes Minjung a while to figure out where Gwiboon could be, but as she checks out all the possible spots all that’s left is the bathroom. She sighs as she almost manages to trap her frilly skirt with a closing door, cursing the piece of clothing into the darkest, fieriest depths of hell. She’s really not good at this whole girly-girl image, and continuously envious of Junghee, who got to wear the white pants for this concept. Even if it means Junghee will have to deal with an obnoxious top that shows more than it covers.
“Gwiboon?” Minjung calls as soon as the door closes - properly - behind her. The bathroom seems to be completely empty, but she still takes a few steps inside to make sure, peeks into one of the stalls through the gap in the door. “Are you here?”
There’s no answer though, just the sound of her own breathing.
Then, just as she’s about to leave there’s a faint retching sound coming from one of the stalls and she stops in mid-movement. “Gwiboon? Is that you?” she asks and holds her breath to listen for an answer, or any other sound that would tell her where her friend is hiding.
The answer comes soon after, a muffled go away and it’s not like she expected anything else, not from Gwiboon who is too proud to ask for help even when she’s aching for it. Knowing her well enough it’s easy to know the differences in her sulky tones, though, and Minjung doesn’t let the command faze her as she grabs the handle. Surprisingly, the door flings open.
Gwiboon is on her knees, hunched over the toilet bowl. She’s holding her long black-and-pink locks tight to keep them out of the line of fire. The new concept had been something that offered her room to experiment with her haircut and she had taken the opportunity immediately, without a second thought. As shocking as the look had seemed at first, Minjung has to admit it took her a grand total of two days to get used to it. Even if she still wants to run her fingers through the part that is too short to grab and then twine the rest, the almost waist-length part, around her wrist.
“What’s wrong?” Minjung asks, sinking down on the floor next to the other girl. She’s careful not to touch the walls or kneel down on the floor, as she knows these are the clothes she’ll be performing in later and they’re so blindingly white she’s afraid of having black stains on them from just breathing too harshly. She tries to get a look at Gwiboon’s face, only catching a glimpse of her nose, the curve of her cheekbone.
There’s a small hiccupping noise and they both know Gwiboon hates herself for letting it free. Then again, Minjung takes pride in the fact that they’ve come such a long way, that Gwiboon actually relaxes around her these days and isn’t afraid to share her secrets, her feelings. It’s in clear contrast to the girl who only looked at her like she’d be something nasty that got stuck in the bottom of a shoe. She moves forward a bit, resting a hand on Gwiboon’s shoulder.
That seems to do the trick, judging by the shuddering breath and the fact that Gwiboon begins talking, slowly. “I’m… it’s, just. Nothing.” She grimaces, tilting her head just enough to look at Minjung. “What if I’ll mess up?” She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times more, as if she’s trying to get more words out but nothing comes of it so she falls silent, her eyes cast down, measuring the dips in the lace of Minjung’s skirt.
“You won’t.” Minjung slides a little closer still, her arm resting on Gwiboon’s shoulders. The PVC of Gwiboon’s suit is cool underneath her bare skin but warms soon enough, thin enough barrier between them to make it almost feel like skin on skin. “And hey, even if you do, no one will notice.” Gwiboon makes a disapproving face, but Minjung just gives her a lopsided grin. “You’re wearing a pink catsuit, Boonie. It’s skin-tight enough, they’ll all be ogling your butt.” She doesn’t need to add that she’ll be doing that as well, has been doing that all day.
It’s enough to make Gwiboon giggle, a tad hysterical but a lot relieved, and the tightest knots in her shoulders seem to just melt off underneath Minjung’s touch. Minjung takes the given opportunity and rubs small circles in Gwiboon’s neck with her thumb, enjoying the way the other girl’s eyes slip shut and she obviously enjoys the contact. “Yeah,” Gwiboon nods finally, the smile back to genuine. “Yeah you’re right. If they’ll have eyes for anything other than this,” she gestures wildly towards her outfit, tight enough to look painted on, “they obviously don’t have their priorities straight.”
Minjung laughs. She at least has her priorities worked out, definitely. Even more so as Gwiboon finally turns to look her straight in the eye, unmistakeably affectionate. And maybe it’s misplaced, maybe that affection is after all only friendly and there’s nothing more to interpret to it. However, there’s no other way for Minjung to react, no way to hold back the impulse.
She leans in, holding her breath as she closes the last distance between them and presses her lips on Gwiboon’s. She’s way too nervous to have an epiphany of any sort, she doesn’t hear church bells and violins in the distance, and the world doesn’t shake beneath her feet. But she feels like there’s a knot in the pit of her stomach that finally unravels, loosens and slips free, until she can breathe a notch easier.
That is, until she realizes the way Gwiboon is just pinching her lips together as tight as possible, the way she’s completely tense and trying to pull away. With a sigh, Minjung pulls back, licking her lips and tasting the strawberry lipgloss. She considers saying sorry but then again, she’s not, and she’s never believed in saying things you don’t mean. So she simply stays still, lets Gwiboon be the first one to talk.
“You could’ve picked a better time,” Gwiboon says finally, at length. “You do realize I spent the past fifteen minutes throwing up?” She grimaces, making a disgusted face to further prove her point.
Minjung can’t help but grin at the words, a little goofily, especially when Gwiboon stands up and offers her hand to pull Minjung up as well.
“You know,” Gwiboon winks at her, all flirt and grace, none of the previous nerves showing. “You can try that again tonight, when I’ve brushed my teeth properly. Deal?”
Minjung can only echo a breathless deal, the smile like stuck on her lips throughout the rest of the day.
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(1337 words)
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I KNOW IT’S INCREDIBLY CLICHED (ESPECIALLY THE ENDING OH GOD) BUT just go with it? ;_; I think it’s cute okay. it’s cute. CUTE.
or something. this is definitely going to have a third instalment. at least.
guys can I just flail about finishing my secret santa assignment ON TIME and now actually being able to focus on other fics too! \o/ YAAY!
also, requests? :3 please don’t kill me for first asking for them and then taking months to write them ;___;
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: girl!Minho/Key (Minjung/Gwiboon)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Ever since debut, Gwiboon has been incredibly helpful in her own bossy, stubborn way. It’s time for Minjung to return the favour.
Comments: more random girl!minkey ;_; idek what’s going on. but I developed a thing for the pair. yay? so sorry it’s cliché it was just fun to write x)
It’s only half an hour to showtime, their first actual comeback, and everyone has more butterflies in their stomach than humanly possible. Eunsook is going through the lyrics time and time again, humming silently to herself in one of the corners, while smoothing down the ridiculous flow-y hem of her dress that looks almost like a bridal gown with obnoxious pink details. Taeyeon is close by, mapping the choreography to keep herself distracted, absently tugging down her glittery miniskirt that keeps riding up her thighs. Junghee seems to be the calmest one for now, sitting in the comfy sofa, her eyes closed.
Minjung has to admit that she feels like her skin is suddenly too tight for her, and she would do anything to get rid of the persistent itch of nerves crawling up her spine. It takes her a while to realize Gwiboon is missing but when she does, she tells the closest stylist she’ll be right back and disappears from the overly heated room into the long corridors. There are people there, too, but it’s still calmer and cooler than inside the backroom and she takes a long, deep breath to savour that.
It takes Minjung a while to figure out where Gwiboon could be, but as she checks out all the possible spots all that’s left is the bathroom. She sighs as she almost manages to trap her frilly skirt with a closing door, cursing the piece of clothing into the darkest, fieriest depths of hell. She’s really not good at this whole girly-girl image, and continuously envious of Junghee, who got to wear the white pants for this concept. Even if it means Junghee will have to deal with an obnoxious top that shows more than it covers.
“Gwiboon?” Minjung calls as soon as the door closes - properly - behind her. The bathroom seems to be completely empty, but she still takes a few steps inside to make sure, peeks into one of the stalls through the gap in the door. “Are you here?”
There’s no answer though, just the sound of her own breathing.
Then, just as she’s about to leave there’s a faint retching sound coming from one of the stalls and she stops in mid-movement. “Gwiboon? Is that you?” she asks and holds her breath to listen for an answer, or any other sound that would tell her where her friend is hiding.
The answer comes soon after, a muffled go away and it’s not like she expected anything else, not from Gwiboon who is too proud to ask for help even when she’s aching for it. Knowing her well enough it’s easy to know the differences in her sulky tones, though, and Minjung doesn’t let the command faze her as she grabs the handle. Surprisingly, the door flings open.
Gwiboon is on her knees, hunched over the toilet bowl. She’s holding her long black-and-pink locks tight to keep them out of the line of fire. The new concept had been something that offered her room to experiment with her haircut and she had taken the opportunity immediately, without a second thought. As shocking as the look had seemed at first, Minjung has to admit it took her a grand total of two days to get used to it. Even if she still wants to run her fingers through the part that is too short to grab and then twine the rest, the almost waist-length part, around her wrist.
“What’s wrong?” Minjung asks, sinking down on the floor next to the other girl. She’s careful not to touch the walls or kneel down on the floor, as she knows these are the clothes she’ll be performing in later and they’re so blindingly white she’s afraid of having black stains on them from just breathing too harshly. She tries to get a look at Gwiboon’s face, only catching a glimpse of her nose, the curve of her cheekbone.
There’s a small hiccupping noise and they both know Gwiboon hates herself for letting it free. Then again, Minjung takes pride in the fact that they’ve come such a long way, that Gwiboon actually relaxes around her these days and isn’t afraid to share her secrets, her feelings. It’s in clear contrast to the girl who only looked at her like she’d be something nasty that got stuck in the bottom of a shoe. She moves forward a bit, resting a hand on Gwiboon’s shoulder.
That seems to do the trick, judging by the shuddering breath and the fact that Gwiboon begins talking, slowly. “I’m… it’s, just. Nothing.” She grimaces, tilting her head just enough to look at Minjung. “What if I’ll mess up?” She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times more, as if she’s trying to get more words out but nothing comes of it so she falls silent, her eyes cast down, measuring the dips in the lace of Minjung’s skirt.
“You won’t.” Minjung slides a little closer still, her arm resting on Gwiboon’s shoulders. The PVC of Gwiboon’s suit is cool underneath her bare skin but warms soon enough, thin enough barrier between them to make it almost feel like skin on skin. “And hey, even if you do, no one will notice.” Gwiboon makes a disapproving face, but Minjung just gives her a lopsided grin. “You’re wearing a pink catsuit, Boonie. It’s skin-tight enough, they’ll all be ogling your butt.” She doesn’t need to add that she’ll be doing that as well, has been doing that all day.
It’s enough to make Gwiboon giggle, a tad hysterical but a lot relieved, and the tightest knots in her shoulders seem to just melt off underneath Minjung’s touch. Minjung takes the given opportunity and rubs small circles in Gwiboon’s neck with her thumb, enjoying the way the other girl’s eyes slip shut and she obviously enjoys the contact. “Yeah,” Gwiboon nods finally, the smile back to genuine. “Yeah you’re right. If they’ll have eyes for anything other than this,” she gestures wildly towards her outfit, tight enough to look painted on, “they obviously don’t have their priorities straight.”
Minjung laughs. She at least has her priorities worked out, definitely. Even more so as Gwiboon finally turns to look her straight in the eye, unmistakeably affectionate. And maybe it’s misplaced, maybe that affection is after all only friendly and there’s nothing more to interpret to it. However, there’s no other way for Minjung to react, no way to hold back the impulse.
She leans in, holding her breath as she closes the last distance between them and presses her lips on Gwiboon’s. She’s way too nervous to have an epiphany of any sort, she doesn’t hear church bells and violins in the distance, and the world doesn’t shake beneath her feet. But she feels like there’s a knot in the pit of her stomach that finally unravels, loosens and slips free, until she can breathe a notch easier.
That is, until she realizes the way Gwiboon is just pinching her lips together as tight as possible, the way she’s completely tense and trying to pull away. With a sigh, Minjung pulls back, licking her lips and tasting the strawberry lipgloss. She considers saying sorry but then again, she’s not, and she’s never believed in saying things you don’t mean. So she simply stays still, lets Gwiboon be the first one to talk.
“You could’ve picked a better time,” Gwiboon says finally, at length. “You do realize I spent the past fifteen minutes throwing up?” She grimaces, making a disgusted face to further prove her point.
Minjung can’t help but grin at the words, a little goofily, especially when Gwiboon stands up and offers her hand to pull Minjung up as well.
“You know,” Gwiboon winks at her, all flirt and grace, none of the previous nerves showing. “You can try that again tonight, when I’ve brushed my teeth properly. Deal?”
Minjung can only echo a breathless deal, the smile like stuck on her lips throughout the rest of the day.
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(1337 words)
add | masterlist | request | random | tumblr? ;3
I KNOW IT’S INCREDIBLY CLICHED (ESPECIALLY THE ENDING OH GOD) BUT just go with it? ;_; I think it’s cute okay. it’s cute. CUTE.
or something. this is definitely going to have a third instalment. at least.
guys can I just flail about finishing my secret santa assignment ON TIME and now actually being able to focus on other fics too! \o/ YAAY!
also, requests? :3 please don’t kill me for first asking for them and then taking months to write them ;___;
@DW.