Champagne
This tiny little thing is for my dear syusuke_kun31 because she wanted shinee x Geng. I actually had to think hard for this...I'm sorry bb it's so gahhh. ILU?
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CHAMPAGNE
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Onew doesn’t know how it happened, only that there had been lots of noise from the next table and a blur of colour and movement and a crash and there was champagne flowing across the white tablecloth and black chairs with gold buttons down its back. Then Hankyung was sitting beside him, smiling at him, talking to him about leading a bunch of dongsaengs and patting him on the thigh and Onew eats the rest of his dinner smiling around his chopsticks and into his plate.
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Jonghyun sees Donghae and Kangin arm wrestling and the others cheering them on. He sees the bottle tip and wobble and fall and he’s reaching out instinctively, but the other had already leapt out of the way of the flowing liquid and laughingly patting Leeteuk’s shoulders as their leader lectured the troublemaking duo. Hankyung sits down on their table, directly opposite him and shoves a piece of beef onto Jonghyun’s plate, telling him to eat more- he’ll need it if he wants to keep belting out those beautiful notes; the other actually says beautiful , and Jonghyun polishes off the rest of the beef in record time. Jonghyun didn’t even like beef.
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Taemin is sleepy and tired and sticky and he just wants to go home and have a hot shower and flop on his bed. The evening was boring, the awards and the performances so routine it made him yawn just thinking about it. He barely even registers what happens over at the other table and he blinks slowly as seats are shifted and then he’s utterly awake because Hankyung is leaning over Onew and touching his cheeks, our Taeminnie is turning into a man , and Taemin blushes bright red and later as he curls up in bed without having a shower and touches his cheek, he wonders if this is the reason Henry doesn’t like to shower.
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Key is sitting there looking at his reflection in the back of the spoon and he makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat as he sees the mess of colours in his hair. There’s pink and orange and purple and blue and Key curses whoever thought of this concept; what the hell was the point of dying his hair every couple of days when nobody appreciate it anyways. Then Key doesn’t care how many times they dye his hair, because there are long fingers threading through his coloured locks as Hankyung leans in close to examine his hair with wide, curious eyes and he tosses his hair slightly, just so other would reach over and brush the stray hair out of his eyes again.
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Minho watches as Donghae offers to share his seat and Kyuhyun halfway to shoving Eunhyuk out of his seat and Shiwon looking like he was about to just pull the man onto his lap. Minho reaches over before Hankyung can speak and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the seat that had miraculously appeared (Amber spent the next two minutes walking around aimlessly trying to find a place to sit) and Hankyung was squashed in next to him, not as close as Minho would’ve liked, but close enough to whisper into each other’s ear. Minho spends the rest of the evening doing exactly that and he only smirks as he gets a text from Donghae, with the words “my dear dongsaeng, you are so dead” and he puts an arm around Hankyung and waves cheerfully at Donghae’s death glare.
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CHAMPAGNE
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Onew doesn’t know how it happened, only that there had been lots of noise from the next table and a blur of colour and movement and a crash and there was champagne flowing across the white tablecloth and black chairs with gold buttons down its back. Then Hankyung was sitting beside him, smiling at him, talking to him about leading a bunch of dongsaengs and patting him on the thigh and Onew eats the rest of his dinner smiling around his chopsticks and into his plate.
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Jonghyun sees Donghae and Kangin arm wrestling and the others cheering them on. He sees the bottle tip and wobble and fall and he’s reaching out instinctively, but the other had already leapt out of the way of the flowing liquid and laughingly patting Leeteuk’s shoulders as their leader lectured the troublemaking duo. Hankyung sits down on their table, directly opposite him and shoves a piece of beef onto Jonghyun’s plate, telling him to eat more- he’ll need it if he wants to keep belting out those beautiful notes; the other actually says beautiful , and Jonghyun polishes off the rest of the beef in record time. Jonghyun didn’t even like beef.
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Taemin is sleepy and tired and sticky and he just wants to go home and have a hot shower and flop on his bed. The evening was boring, the awards and the performances so routine it made him yawn just thinking about it. He barely even registers what happens over at the other table and he blinks slowly as seats are shifted and then he’s utterly awake because Hankyung is leaning over Onew and touching his cheeks, our Taeminnie is turning into a man , and Taemin blushes bright red and later as he curls up in bed without having a shower and touches his cheek, he wonders if this is the reason Henry doesn’t like to shower.
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Key is sitting there looking at his reflection in the back of the spoon and he makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat as he sees the mess of colours in his hair. There’s pink and orange and purple and blue and Key curses whoever thought of this concept; what the hell was the point of dying his hair every couple of days when nobody appreciate it anyways. Then Key doesn’t care how many times they dye his hair, because there are long fingers threading through his coloured locks as Hankyung leans in close to examine his hair with wide, curious eyes and he tosses his hair slightly, just so other would reach over and brush the stray hair out of his eyes again.
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Minho watches as Donghae offers to share his seat and Kyuhyun halfway to shoving Eunhyuk out of his seat and Shiwon looking like he was about to just pull the man onto his lap. Minho reaches over before Hankyung can speak and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the seat that had miraculously appeared (Amber spent the next two minutes walking around aimlessly trying to find a place to sit) and Hankyung was squashed in next to him, not as close as Minho would’ve liked, but close enough to whisper into each other’s ear. Minho spends the rest of the evening doing exactly that and he only smirks as he gets a text from Donghae, with the words “my dear dongsaeng, you are so dead” and he puts an arm around Hankyung and waves cheerfully at Donghae’s death glare.