[fic] shinee; seconds lost between
seconds lost between; jonghyun/minho
570 words. rated pg.
♦ minho thinks about things; mostly about jonghyun
♦ written originally for a 15min challenge, incorporating the words trainwreck, dancing in the rain, & shawty got back. also, for compatable because jongho is otp.
Kibum’s idea of "having a good time" is wreaking havoc in Daegu while getting as drunk as possible.
Minho waits for some sign of dissent, but Jinki, who readily agrees with almost anything Kibum suggests, says, "live a little," to Minho. After that, there is no room for any type of argument. So he watches the train wreck, formally titled "shitfaced SHINee", with slight amusement and maybe a little fondness.
They have the radio on, volume turned up as loud as possible in the stolen company van, and the weather reports call for a small rain shower in the next hour or so. Jonghyun sits on the hood, kicking his feet out and grazing Minho’s side every so many beats. He sings softly, voice low enough that it blends in with the radio, and Minho knows without even turning around that Jonghyun is smiling. As if he were content with this night alone.
Minho enjoys this. SHINee, here after everything, still themselves despite all the awards and the heartaches and the fear of losing this one day. Minho is still Minho deep down, and this band still means more to him than anything else in the world.
"Hey," Jonghyun says. He tilts his head, cheek against his knees. He looks golden in this light, warm and inviting. "What's on your mind?"
Minho hums, tension leaving his shoulders. "Nothing much. Them."
Jonghyun flicks his gaze to the others. Taemin is dancing in the sprinkling rain, head thrown back, and Kibum has his hands linked with Jinki’s, twirling and singing and laughing.
"They're drunk," Minho says around the same time as Jonghyun laughs, "They're idiots."
Silence hangs over them. The kind from when they were trainees and Minho didn't have a lot to say to Jonghyun’s big dreams. Taemin is still dancing and they can hear Jinki cry, in English, "shawty got back." Jonghyun tosses his can aside and hops off the hood. Minho watches him questioningly.
There are little things about Jonghyun, Minho notes. Small details that intrigue him more than any lame joke Jinki might tell. Like the way he laughs with his entire being, the way he speaks fast when he’s nervous, and how he has no control over his emotions. Minho has always liked being needed, and Jonghyun fits against him in a way that works, so he’s okay with holding him until he smiles again.
But Minho really likes the way Jonghyun’s lower lip juts out a little more than the top. It's fascinating and Minho’s never much cared to think about Jonghyun’s mouth before.
He looks like a child as he scuffs his shoes against the deserted lot. "You wanna go out there? With me?"
Minho raises a brow and Jonghyun groans, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
"I’m not going to ask you to dance in the rain with me, or any other sappy shit like that, alright," he says finally. He sucks in his cheeks, straightens out his posture, and turns big eyes Minho’s way. "But, you know, I don't think it'd be so bad if you said 'yes'."
Somehow he looks shy again, more self-conscious, as if he only needs Minho’s confirmation for things to be right. And there's no room for argument in a situation like this either.
But Minho doesn't think he would have said 'no' anyway.
570 words. rated pg.
♦ minho thinks about things; mostly about jonghyun
♦ written originally for a 15min challenge, incorporating the words trainwreck, dancing in the rain, & shawty got back. also, for compatable because jongho is otp.
Kibum’s idea of "having a good time" is wreaking havoc in Daegu while getting as drunk as possible.
Minho waits for some sign of dissent, but Jinki, who readily agrees with almost anything Kibum suggests, says, "live a little," to Minho. After that, there is no room for any type of argument. So he watches the train wreck, formally titled "shitfaced SHINee", with slight amusement and maybe a little fondness.
They have the radio on, volume turned up as loud as possible in the stolen company van, and the weather reports call for a small rain shower in the next hour or so. Jonghyun sits on the hood, kicking his feet out and grazing Minho’s side every so many beats. He sings softly, voice low enough that it blends in with the radio, and Minho knows without even turning around that Jonghyun is smiling. As if he were content with this night alone.
Minho enjoys this. SHINee, here after everything, still themselves despite all the awards and the heartaches and the fear of losing this one day. Minho is still Minho deep down, and this band still means more to him than anything else in the world.
"Hey," Jonghyun says. He tilts his head, cheek against his knees. He looks golden in this light, warm and inviting. "What's on your mind?"
Minho hums, tension leaving his shoulders. "Nothing much. Them."
Jonghyun flicks his gaze to the others. Taemin is dancing in the sprinkling rain, head thrown back, and Kibum has his hands linked with Jinki’s, twirling and singing and laughing.
"They're drunk," Minho says around the same time as Jonghyun laughs, "They're idiots."
Silence hangs over them. The kind from when they were trainees and Minho didn't have a lot to say to Jonghyun’s big dreams. Taemin is still dancing and they can hear Jinki cry, in English, "shawty got back." Jonghyun tosses his can aside and hops off the hood. Minho watches him questioningly.
There are little things about Jonghyun, Minho notes. Small details that intrigue him more than any lame joke Jinki might tell. Like the way he laughs with his entire being, the way he speaks fast when he’s nervous, and how he has no control over his emotions. Minho has always liked being needed, and Jonghyun fits against him in a way that works, so he’s okay with holding him until he smiles again.
But Minho really likes the way Jonghyun’s lower lip juts out a little more than the top. It's fascinating and Minho’s never much cared to think about Jonghyun’s mouth before.
He looks like a child as he scuffs his shoes against the deserted lot. "You wanna go out there? With me?"
Minho raises a brow and Jonghyun groans, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
"I’m not going to ask you to dance in the rain with me, or any other sappy shit like that, alright," he says finally. He sucks in his cheeks, straightens out his posture, and turns big eyes Minho’s way. "But, you know, I don't think it'd be so bad if you said 'yes'."
Somehow he looks shy again, more self-conscious, as if he only needs Minho’s confirmation for things to be right. And there's no room for argument in a situation like this either.
But Minho doesn't think he would have said 'no' anyway.