[fic]
Title: softly, through the darkness (i.e cuddle onho)
Rating: G
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Wordcount: 1,569
Summary: Sometimes Minho felt as if he was only ever truly himself, truly content and at peace, when he was with people he loved.
Notes: This is for one of my friends, who is sweet, and talks to me, and encourages me, so I'm giving her cuddly onho in return ♥
this is silly, and fluffy, and I'm very unsure about writing non-AU SHINee so please be gentle, I am still new!
edit: bibi, who this fic is for in the first place, has drawn some ADORABLE fanart for this fic and I really want to share it because it's so cute and wonderful and no one has ever drawn fanart for one of my fics before, so check it out and love it and love bibi for it, cause I do ♥ cute onho fanart here.
Sometimes Minho felt as if he was only ever truly himself, truly content and at peace, when he was with people he loved. Because on his own, sometimes he felt like only half of a person and alone was when all the doubts, the insecurities, could crawl out of the shadows and nip at the wall he had carefully constructed around himself.
He just liked to be around people, it fulfilled Minho in a way he couldn't really understand or describe, but knew he could feel.
It was this that had Minho, in not quite the dead hours of the night but late enough, slipping into one of his hyung's rooms. He aimed immediately for Jinki's bed. For a moment Minho stood there, in the dark, listening to Jinki's heavy breathing; he was asleep, and a part of Minho was loathe to disturb him. But the other part of him, the part that wanted company, leant down and gently nudged Jinki, whispering softly, “Hyung, hyung. Come sleep with me?”
Another nudge, and Jinki was rolling over, one eye opening blearily to peer out into the darkness. “Mmrrrmm?” he mumbled, incoherent with sleep.
“Come sleep with me?” Minho said again, trying not to sound as needy as he felt.
Jinki, who seemed to be waking up a little bit, sounded less than pleased when he answered, “Are you serious? Minho.” Whatever else he was going to say, Jinki seemed to change his mind about, and said nothing instead. If there was more light to see by, more than the dim grey lumpy shadows that everything sort of resembled in the dark, Minho would have widened his eyes and pulled a pouty face; as childish as it was, sometimes it worked. “Please,” he added, trying to sound pouty instead.
There was a huff, and Minho interpreted this as the sound of a person giving in to something they didn't necessarily want to do. He could live with that.
“Fine, fine,” Jinki mumbled, and struggled to his feet. He waved for Minho to lead the way, and shuffled quietly, tiredly, in his wake, making their way to Minho's bedroom. Minho had to fight to keep the pleased smile from his face, because he was winning, he was getting what he wanted, and because it was Jinki.
Once they were in Minho's bedroom Jinki dropped himself onto the bed and let his eyes slide shut. “I don't know why it's me you're waking up at god knows how late, and not one of the others,” he mumbled.
Minho, unable to help but smile, answered, “Because you're a good hyung, and you can't say no to me.” He slid into the bed himself then, pulling the blankets up and shuffling up closer to Jinki. Now, Minho was close enough to make out Jinki's face a little in the dark.
Jinki, opening his eyes, turned to look at Minho, an eyebrow raised. “You think a lot of yourself, Choi Minho,” he replied. “I am not wrapped around your little finger.”
No, Minho mused, the truth was probably the other way around, but he wasn't going to let Jinki know this. So he grinned, instead, in what he thought was a cheeky way, and shuffled a little bit closer. He could feel the warmth radiating from Jinki's body. “Whatever you say, hyung,” he said, cheerfully. He liked being like this with Jinki, playing around, teasing, smiling. Well, Minho was doing all the smiling, as Jinki had narrowed his eyes at him, but Minho strongly suspected that behind the façade, Jinki liked it too.
A silence fell, though not an uncomfortable one. Minho was starting to wonder if maybe Jinki had fallen asleep with his eyes open, when suddenly Jinki spoke up.
“You know,” he said, his voice coming softly through the darkness, “when you asked me to sleep with you, this wasn't what I was expecting.”
It took Minho a moment to comprehend these words, and then surprise filled him, surprise and a sense of embarrassment. He could feel his face warming at the implications, at just where his mind was, without permission, beginning to go. He sputtered, words failing him, as he struggled for something to say. Instead all that came out of Minho was an embarrassed, “H-hyung!”
Jinki laughed, then. “You're cute,” he said, amusement still in his voice. This didn't help, and Minho could feel his blush deepen; this wasn't at all what he'd expected, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He'd thought that Jinki would huff and pretend to be annoyed, but go along with it anyway, and then they'd tumble into Minho's bed, sleepy, and Jinki would fall asleep again so Minho could kind of sidle up next to him and fall asleep with the warmth of Jinki's body nestled comfortably against his own.
Except now Jinki was laughing, and making Minho blush and bringing up thoughts that would make sleeping quite difficult.
It was as Minho continued to sputter, embarrassed, and Jinki's smile widened in the darkness, that it dawned on Minho: Jinki was teasing him. Making stupid jokes, just to get this kind of reaction out of Minho. He hadn't quite realised just what level of control Jinki could have over him.
“You're teasing me,” Minho murmured, trying to sound mildly hurt by this. He wasn't, of course, but his cheeks were taking their sweet time in losing the heat from them.
Jinki, still smiling, said, “Would I?”
“Yes. Yes, you would.”
Knowing it was all just a joke to make Minho blush made it easier for him to cope with, and now he knew how to respond. So he did what he had wanted to do, and shifted closer still to Jinki, reaching an arm around him so he could hold him in an affectionate hug. “It's late, hyung,” Minho said, “let's go to sleep.”
“You're too clingy,” Jinki protested, shifting a little as if to prove his point.
“No I'm not. Go to sleep, hyung,” Minho said, resisting the urge to burrow himself closer still against Jinki. There was a moment of silence, and Minho finally let himself begin to settle; Jinki had finally given in, and now they could sleep, and Minho wouldn't be alone.
And then, his voice low and quiet in the dark, Jinki murmured, “You really are clingy. I think you should sleep on the floor.”
Minho, eyes opening, looked into Jinki's face, which was quite close to his own. “What? No, this is my bed! And you said you'd sleep with me.”
“I didn't say I'd share the bed with you, though,” Jinki pointed out, and he was maddeningly right.
Minho couldn't help the pout his lips fell into. “Hyung,” he all but whined, a little childish again, but he hoped would have the desired effect. “Please.”
Jinki, looking thoughtful, continued, “In fact, maybe you should go sleep in my bed, and I'll stay here, in your nice empty room, alone.”
He was doing it again, Minho knew. Jinki probably thought he was hiding it well, or being hilarious, or something, but Minho could see the tiny smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth.
“No,” Minho said, firmly, and wrapped his arms tighter still around Jinki. He wasn't going to let Jinki win.
“Minho.”
“No,” Minho said again, not letting Jinki speak. “Hyung, stop being mean and teasing me, and let's just go to sleep, okay?”
“Minho,” Jinki said again, and something about that glint of amusement in Jinki's tone stopped Minho from interrupting again. “You're holding me a little too tight.”
“Oh.” Minho, trying to resist the urge to blush again, loosened his arms, a little, but didn't move even an inch away from Jinki. “Sorry.”
A few more beats of silence passed, and this time Minho waited, wondering what Jinki might pull now, just to be difficult and make things hard for him. “Are you finished now?” Minho asked, eventually, unable to resist. He could hear Jinki's breathing, light but steady, close to his ear, and knew he hadn't fallen asleep on him yet.
Jinki hummed thoughtfully, and this alone, Minho knew, was just to tease him further.
“Hyung.”
Then, Minho could feel it, he was sure, as Jinki let go. He felt all the tension in Jinki's body just ease out, as he relaxed against Minho. It felt almost as if Jinki was melting in his arms, giving up the pretence, and the teasing, and letting Minho have his way. Minho couldn't help the easy smile from spreading slowly across his face at the sensation.
“I told you you were a good hyung, really,” he whispered.
“Maybe, when I want to be,” came Jinki's answer, and they both knew it wasn't really true; Jinki was good, because he was here, and Minho thought that Jinki had been enjoying himself all along, but would never have said no, not really.
“Thanks,” Minho said, simply. He allowed himself to properly relax now, as Jinki felt loose and comfortable in his arms, as if he wasn't planning on going anywhere at all any time soon. Just the way Minho had wanted it.
“Night,” Jinki mumbled, sleepy, and Minho could hear the smile in his voice, to match the one that still lingered on his own face.
And they slept.
Rating: G
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Wordcount: 1,569
Summary: Sometimes Minho felt as if he was only ever truly himself, truly content and at peace, when he was with people he loved.
Notes: This is for one of my friends, who is sweet, and talks to me, and encourages me, so I'm giving her cuddly onho in return ♥
this is silly, and fluffy, and I'm very unsure about writing non-AU SHINee so please be gentle, I am still new!
edit: bibi, who this fic is for in the first place, has drawn some ADORABLE fanart for this fic and I really want to share it because it's so cute and wonderful and no one has ever drawn fanart for one of my fics before, so check it out and love it and love bibi for it, cause I do ♥ cute onho fanart here.
Sometimes Minho felt as if he was only ever truly himself, truly content and at peace, when he was with people he loved. Because on his own, sometimes he felt like only half of a person and alone was when all the doubts, the insecurities, could crawl out of the shadows and nip at the wall he had carefully constructed around himself.
He just liked to be around people, it fulfilled Minho in a way he couldn't really understand or describe, but knew he could feel.
It was this that had Minho, in not quite the dead hours of the night but late enough, slipping into one of his hyung's rooms. He aimed immediately for Jinki's bed. For a moment Minho stood there, in the dark, listening to Jinki's heavy breathing; he was asleep, and a part of Minho was loathe to disturb him. But the other part of him, the part that wanted company, leant down and gently nudged Jinki, whispering softly, “Hyung, hyung. Come sleep with me?”
Another nudge, and Jinki was rolling over, one eye opening blearily to peer out into the darkness. “Mmrrrmm?” he mumbled, incoherent with sleep.
“Come sleep with me?” Minho said again, trying not to sound as needy as he felt.
Jinki, who seemed to be waking up a little bit, sounded less than pleased when he answered, “Are you serious? Minho.” Whatever else he was going to say, Jinki seemed to change his mind about, and said nothing instead. If there was more light to see by, more than the dim grey lumpy shadows that everything sort of resembled in the dark, Minho would have widened his eyes and pulled a pouty face; as childish as it was, sometimes it worked. “Please,” he added, trying to sound pouty instead.
There was a huff, and Minho interpreted this as the sound of a person giving in to something they didn't necessarily want to do. He could live with that.
“Fine, fine,” Jinki mumbled, and struggled to his feet. He waved for Minho to lead the way, and shuffled quietly, tiredly, in his wake, making their way to Minho's bedroom. Minho had to fight to keep the pleased smile from his face, because he was winning, he was getting what he wanted, and because it was Jinki.
Once they were in Minho's bedroom Jinki dropped himself onto the bed and let his eyes slide shut. “I don't know why it's me you're waking up at god knows how late, and not one of the others,” he mumbled.
Minho, unable to help but smile, answered, “Because you're a good hyung, and you can't say no to me.” He slid into the bed himself then, pulling the blankets up and shuffling up closer to Jinki. Now, Minho was close enough to make out Jinki's face a little in the dark.
Jinki, opening his eyes, turned to look at Minho, an eyebrow raised. “You think a lot of yourself, Choi Minho,” he replied. “I am not wrapped around your little finger.”
No, Minho mused, the truth was probably the other way around, but he wasn't going to let Jinki know this. So he grinned, instead, in what he thought was a cheeky way, and shuffled a little bit closer. He could feel the warmth radiating from Jinki's body. “Whatever you say, hyung,” he said, cheerfully. He liked being like this with Jinki, playing around, teasing, smiling. Well, Minho was doing all the smiling, as Jinki had narrowed his eyes at him, but Minho strongly suspected that behind the façade, Jinki liked it too.
A silence fell, though not an uncomfortable one. Minho was starting to wonder if maybe Jinki had fallen asleep with his eyes open, when suddenly Jinki spoke up.
“You know,” he said, his voice coming softly through the darkness, “when you asked me to sleep with you, this wasn't what I was expecting.”
It took Minho a moment to comprehend these words, and then surprise filled him, surprise and a sense of embarrassment. He could feel his face warming at the implications, at just where his mind was, without permission, beginning to go. He sputtered, words failing him, as he struggled for something to say. Instead all that came out of Minho was an embarrassed, “H-hyung!”
Jinki laughed, then. “You're cute,” he said, amusement still in his voice. This didn't help, and Minho could feel his blush deepen; this wasn't at all what he'd expected, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He'd thought that Jinki would huff and pretend to be annoyed, but go along with it anyway, and then they'd tumble into Minho's bed, sleepy, and Jinki would fall asleep again so Minho could kind of sidle up next to him and fall asleep with the warmth of Jinki's body nestled comfortably against his own.
Except now Jinki was laughing, and making Minho blush and bringing up thoughts that would make sleeping quite difficult.
It was as Minho continued to sputter, embarrassed, and Jinki's smile widened in the darkness, that it dawned on Minho: Jinki was teasing him. Making stupid jokes, just to get this kind of reaction out of Minho. He hadn't quite realised just what level of control Jinki could have over him.
“You're teasing me,” Minho murmured, trying to sound mildly hurt by this. He wasn't, of course, but his cheeks were taking their sweet time in losing the heat from them.
Jinki, still smiling, said, “Would I?”
“Yes. Yes, you would.”
Knowing it was all just a joke to make Minho blush made it easier for him to cope with, and now he knew how to respond. So he did what he had wanted to do, and shifted closer still to Jinki, reaching an arm around him so he could hold him in an affectionate hug. “It's late, hyung,” Minho said, “let's go to sleep.”
“You're too clingy,” Jinki protested, shifting a little as if to prove his point.
“No I'm not. Go to sleep, hyung,” Minho said, resisting the urge to burrow himself closer still against Jinki. There was a moment of silence, and Minho finally let himself begin to settle; Jinki had finally given in, and now they could sleep, and Minho wouldn't be alone.
And then, his voice low and quiet in the dark, Jinki murmured, “You really are clingy. I think you should sleep on the floor.”
Minho, eyes opening, looked into Jinki's face, which was quite close to his own. “What? No, this is my bed! And you said you'd sleep with me.”
“I didn't say I'd share the bed with you, though,” Jinki pointed out, and he was maddeningly right.
Minho couldn't help the pout his lips fell into. “Hyung,” he all but whined, a little childish again, but he hoped would have the desired effect. “Please.”
Jinki, looking thoughtful, continued, “In fact, maybe you should go sleep in my bed, and I'll stay here, in your nice empty room, alone.”
He was doing it again, Minho knew. Jinki probably thought he was hiding it well, or being hilarious, or something, but Minho could see the tiny smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth.
“No,” Minho said, firmly, and wrapped his arms tighter still around Jinki. He wasn't going to let Jinki win.
“Minho.”
“No,” Minho said again, not letting Jinki speak. “Hyung, stop being mean and teasing me, and let's just go to sleep, okay?”
“Minho,” Jinki said again, and something about that glint of amusement in Jinki's tone stopped Minho from interrupting again. “You're holding me a little too tight.”
“Oh.” Minho, trying to resist the urge to blush again, loosened his arms, a little, but didn't move even an inch away from Jinki. “Sorry.”
A few more beats of silence passed, and this time Minho waited, wondering what Jinki might pull now, just to be difficult and make things hard for him. “Are you finished now?” Minho asked, eventually, unable to resist. He could hear Jinki's breathing, light but steady, close to his ear, and knew he hadn't fallen asleep on him yet.
Jinki hummed thoughtfully, and this alone, Minho knew, was just to tease him further.
“Hyung.”
Then, Minho could feel it, he was sure, as Jinki let go. He felt all the tension in Jinki's body just ease out, as he relaxed against Minho. It felt almost as if Jinki was melting in his arms, giving up the pretence, and the teasing, and letting Minho have his way. Minho couldn't help the easy smile from spreading slowly across his face at the sensation.
“I told you you were a good hyung, really,” he whispered.
“Maybe, when I want to be,” came Jinki's answer, and they both knew it wasn't really true; Jinki was good, because he was here, and Minho thought that Jinki had been enjoying himself all along, but would never have said no, not really.
“Thanks,” Minho said, simply. He allowed himself to properly relax now, as Jinki felt loose and comfortable in his arms, as if he wasn't planning on going anywhere at all any time soon. Just the way Minho had wanted it.
“Night,” Jinki mumbled, sleepy, and Minho could hear the smile in his voice, to match the one that still lingered on his own face.
And they slept.