[SHINee] Duality
duality
jinki/minho; pg-13; ~830w
inspired by this photoshoot. the two of them manage to be them in whatever situation they're in.
One of the things Jinki's always liked about SHINee's wardrobe was how bright the outfits could be could be. Putting on the colorful clothes made him feel more lively than he really was and made him feel too comfortable to allow room for much awkwardness. It was always easy to smile in those clothes.
He stared silently at the racks filled with black and white clothing.
"Think of it this way," Minho said suddenly from behind him, already peeling his navy blue sweater off, "Smiles aren't needed this time."
Jinki considered Minho's words for a moment. Minho's face looked back at him, freshly scrubbed in preparation for the caking of makeup, hair neatly brushed, the epitome of the perfect model. It was unfathomable how easily Minho could slip into different characters, how easily Minho could produce the proper words to ease the tension in Jinki's shoulders.
Jinki couldn't help it. He smiled.
Minho threw his sweater at his face.
"Yah. Didn't I tell you? No smiling."
The directors presented the theme to them as "mature", "serious", and "sophisticated."
Jinki decided that "painful", "depressing", and "suicidal" fit it much better.
"Suicidal?" Minho asked once the cameras stopped flashing for a lens change. Jinki shrugged slightly, ready to defend his claims.
"It has that Romeo and Juliet feel," he murmured quietly. "You know, the tragic part. They both are isolated from different families, so close yet so far away. They're standing next to each other and it's still so painful."
Minho blinked at him several times. "Are you saying we're like Romeo and Juliet?"
Jinki gave him an affronted look. "They kill themselves, Minho-yah. I hardly think we're the type."
Minho blinked again, not expecting the teasing, before chuckling lightly in amusement. "Whatever you say hyung." He looked like he wanted to ruffle Jinki's hair for good measure but decided that he didn't want to invoke the rage of the stylist noonas. Hell hath no fury like a stylist noona scorned. Instead he gave Jinki a condescending little headshake as he walked off to his side of the site.
Jinki resisted the urge to stick his tongue out in retaliation.
Still, it was Minho who decided to continue the game by humming "Juliette" so quietly that only Jinki could hear it. Jinki couldn't tell if he was more pleased or irritated, but he felt his lips start to crack in a smile. He caught one of the directors glares though and instantly thought of Key backhanding Taemin, effectively forcing the grin down.
"Revenge," Minho mouthed silently, having seen the whole affair. His lips twitched slightly as well but it was much easier for him to play it off.
"Serious, hyung," Minho chided as Jinki dissolved into giggles, causing the stylist noonas to look at each other puzzled. "This is a serious photoshoot remember?"
"Sorry sorry," Jinki apologized, waving a hand in dismissal, eyes still crinkled up in glee. He looked up at Minho whose eye makeup had smudged, dark kohl smeared around his eyes, making him look like a zombie. His next laugh pulled all the air out of his chest as he stared at Minho's mascara-tinged eyelashes, suddenly wanting to smooth them across Minho's skin, wanting to stain his skin even more.
The stylists pushed him into a chair and fussed over his hair, Minho being swept away from him to step into the next outfit. Jinki grabs a tube of liquid eyeliner while they're busy with the hairspray and dabs a dot of it on his finger, marveling at how striking the black is against flesh.
Minho regarded himself in the white outfit with a frown. "White suits you better," he said simply as he watched Jinki step into his black outfit. Jinki studied Minho for a moment before smiling.
"You look really good!" he assured him, stepping over to place a hand on his shoulder, not really sure what else to say.
Minho looked amused for a moment; looking good was obviously not his concern, even Jinki could tell, but his eyes softened nonetheless.
"Thanks hyung. You look good too."
Jinki squeezed Minho's shoulder in response, not trusting himself with words again seeing as how the low timbre of Minho's compliment sent tiny delightful shivers down Jinki's spine. He let the cameraman lead Minho away from into, placing them both into position, backs perfectly straight, mouths tightly shut, all in elegant pose.
Jinki can't help but let his gaze drift over to where Minho's standing, broad shoulder-blades and long limbs hidden in white fabric. He wondered how hard Minho would hit him if he told him he looked like an angel or some sappy crap like that.
Then, Jinki looked down at his own black garb and realized sappy romance had nothing to do with it. All it was, was want; wanting Minho's small smiles, cheeky nods, snarky jokes, wanting to press hard against Minho until Jinki could step back and see him stained all over.
Minho was wrong. Black ended up suiting Jinki better after all.
jinki/minho; pg-13; ~830w
inspired by this photoshoot. the two of them manage to be them in whatever situation they're in.
One of the things Jinki's always liked about SHINee's wardrobe was how bright the outfits could be could be. Putting on the colorful clothes made him feel more lively than he really was and made him feel too comfortable to allow room for much awkwardness. It was always easy to smile in those clothes.
He stared silently at the racks filled with black and white clothing.
"Think of it this way," Minho said suddenly from behind him, already peeling his navy blue sweater off, "Smiles aren't needed this time."
Jinki considered Minho's words for a moment. Minho's face looked back at him, freshly scrubbed in preparation for the caking of makeup, hair neatly brushed, the epitome of the perfect model. It was unfathomable how easily Minho could slip into different characters, how easily Minho could produce the proper words to ease the tension in Jinki's shoulders.
Jinki couldn't help it. He smiled.
Minho threw his sweater at his face.
"Yah. Didn't I tell you? No smiling."
The directors presented the theme to them as "mature", "serious", and "sophisticated."
Jinki decided that "painful", "depressing", and "suicidal" fit it much better.
"Suicidal?" Minho asked once the cameras stopped flashing for a lens change. Jinki shrugged slightly, ready to defend his claims.
"It has that Romeo and Juliet feel," he murmured quietly. "You know, the tragic part. They both are isolated from different families, so close yet so far away. They're standing next to each other and it's still so painful."
Minho blinked at him several times. "Are you saying we're like Romeo and Juliet?"
Jinki gave him an affronted look. "They kill themselves, Minho-yah. I hardly think we're the type."
Minho blinked again, not expecting the teasing, before chuckling lightly in amusement. "Whatever you say hyung." He looked like he wanted to ruffle Jinki's hair for good measure but decided that he didn't want to invoke the rage of the stylist noonas. Hell hath no fury like a stylist noona scorned. Instead he gave Jinki a condescending little headshake as he walked off to his side of the site.
Jinki resisted the urge to stick his tongue out in retaliation.
Still, it was Minho who decided to continue the game by humming "Juliette" so quietly that only Jinki could hear it. Jinki couldn't tell if he was more pleased or irritated, but he felt his lips start to crack in a smile. He caught one of the directors glares though and instantly thought of Key backhanding Taemin, effectively forcing the grin down.
"Revenge," Minho mouthed silently, having seen the whole affair. His lips twitched slightly as well but it was much easier for him to play it off.
"Serious, hyung," Minho chided as Jinki dissolved into giggles, causing the stylist noonas to look at each other puzzled. "This is a serious photoshoot remember?"
"Sorry sorry," Jinki apologized, waving a hand in dismissal, eyes still crinkled up in glee. He looked up at Minho whose eye makeup had smudged, dark kohl smeared around his eyes, making him look like a zombie. His next laugh pulled all the air out of his chest as he stared at Minho's mascara-tinged eyelashes, suddenly wanting to smooth them across Minho's skin, wanting to stain his skin even more.
The stylists pushed him into a chair and fussed over his hair, Minho being swept away from him to step into the next outfit. Jinki grabs a tube of liquid eyeliner while they're busy with the hairspray and dabs a dot of it on his finger, marveling at how striking the black is against flesh.
Minho regarded himself in the white outfit with a frown. "White suits you better," he said simply as he watched Jinki step into his black outfit. Jinki studied Minho for a moment before smiling.
"You look really good!" he assured him, stepping over to place a hand on his shoulder, not really sure what else to say.
Minho looked amused for a moment; looking good was obviously not his concern, even Jinki could tell, but his eyes softened nonetheless.
"Thanks hyung. You look good too."
Jinki squeezed Minho's shoulder in response, not trusting himself with words again seeing as how the low timbre of Minho's compliment sent tiny delightful shivers down Jinki's spine. He let the cameraman lead Minho away from into, placing them both into position, backs perfectly straight, mouths tightly shut, all in elegant pose.
Jinki can't help but let his gaze drift over to where Minho's standing, broad shoulder-blades and long limbs hidden in white fabric. He wondered how hard Minho would hit him if he told him he looked like an angel or some sappy crap like that.
Then, Jinki looked down at his own black garb and realized sappy romance had nothing to do with it. All it was, was want; wanting Minho's small smiles, cheeky nods, snarky jokes, wanting to press hard against Minho until Jinki could step back and see him stained all over.
Minho was wrong. Black ended up suiting Jinki better after all.