Say it or Die
Title: Say it or Die
Author thinkingfood
Rating: G
Pairing/Focus: Jonghyun/Key
Summary: Key was topping Jonghyun… well technically speaking of course.
With a running start the dancer launched his body on his unsuspecting prey in a surprise attack, sending both of their flaring bodies to the ground. Sitting on top of the now injured target Key’s loud voice screeched “Say it.”
“Never! Now get your heavy ass off my back.” Jonghyun eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets, his legs- lost of all feeling- sprawled out on the cold hard wood floor; numb and limp. As much as Key was praised for his scary accurate girl dancers it didn’t change the fact that the rapper still possessed a man’s weight. A weight that was crushing every bone in Jonghyun’s body.
“Hyung just do it already,” Taemin yelled from his front row seat on the couch between Minho and Onew. There was no way in hell the three were going to miss one of Key’s epic beatings, especially since neither of them were the ones being tortured this time.
“Let‘s face it, you already lost your pride.” The younger boy snickered into the back of his hand, loving the pained expression of the vocalist.
“And your dignity” Minho added.
“And your right to eat food here” Jinki chimed.
Taking a new approach to get what he wanted, Key grabbed the older boy’s ear.
“Admit it or I‘ll burn your entire series of Sister of the Traveling Pants.”
“Ha I locked those in a safe place so Onew‘s condition couldn‘t ruin them. You will never find them.” Jonghyun stuck his tongue out, waving it around childishly at the show watchers on the couch.
“Upstairs in the attic behind that big box of Minho‘s trophies.” The diva smiled in triumph, crossing his hands over his chest. He wasn’t going anywhere until Jonghyun spoke those words.
“Damnit Key are you some kind of fucking ninja assassin?”
“Don‘t curse in front of my son.” Key swatted the shorter boy’s neck, a burning red handprint leaving its mark.
Momentarily dazed by Taemin complaining about not being a baby anymore Key eased the pressure of his weight on Jonghyun and soon found himself on his back, a face hovering over top of his. Not liking the change in positions, the diva squirmed from side to side trying to regain his lost power but it was no use he was Jonghyun’s prisoner. Lush lips dragged along Key’s jaw finding themselves to his ear.
“Pink is manly and shopping is a sport.” Jonghyun’s breath -warm and seductive- danced on Key’s skin, sending butterflies to flight in his stomach. Giving up on escaping, the diva leaned up onto his elbows connecting his and Jonghyun’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“Now was that so hard Jonggie?”
Author thinkingfood
Rating: G
Pairing/Focus: Jonghyun/Key
Summary: Key was topping Jonghyun… well technically speaking of course.
With a running start the dancer launched his body on his unsuspecting prey in a surprise attack, sending both of their flaring bodies to the ground. Sitting on top of the now injured target Key’s loud voice screeched “Say it.”
“Never! Now get your heavy ass off my back.” Jonghyun eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets, his legs- lost of all feeling- sprawled out on the cold hard wood floor; numb and limp. As much as Key was praised for his scary accurate girl dancers it didn’t change the fact that the rapper still possessed a man’s weight. A weight that was crushing every bone in Jonghyun’s body.
“Hyung just do it already,” Taemin yelled from his front row seat on the couch between Minho and Onew. There was no way in hell the three were going to miss one of Key’s epic beatings, especially since neither of them were the ones being tortured this time.
“Let‘s face it, you already lost your pride.” The younger boy snickered into the back of his hand, loving the pained expression of the vocalist.
“And your dignity” Minho added.
“And your right to eat food here” Jinki chimed.
Taking a new approach to get what he wanted, Key grabbed the older boy’s ear.
“Admit it or I‘ll burn your entire series of Sister of the Traveling Pants.”
“Ha I locked those in a safe place so Onew‘s condition couldn‘t ruin them. You will never find them.” Jonghyun stuck his tongue out, waving it around childishly at the show watchers on the couch.
“Upstairs in the attic behind that big box of Minho‘s trophies.” The diva smiled in triumph, crossing his hands over his chest. He wasn’t going anywhere until Jonghyun spoke those words.
“Damnit Key are you some kind of fucking ninja assassin?”
“Don‘t curse in front of my son.” Key swatted the shorter boy’s neck, a burning red handprint leaving its mark.
Momentarily dazed by Taemin complaining about not being a baby anymore Key eased the pressure of his weight on Jonghyun and soon found himself on his back, a face hovering over top of his. Not liking the change in positions, the diva squirmed from side to side trying to regain his lost power but it was no use he was Jonghyun’s prisoner. Lush lips dragged along Key’s jaw finding themselves to his ear.
“Pink is manly and shopping is a sport.” Jonghyun’s breath -warm and seductive- danced on Key’s skin, sending butterflies to flight in his stomach. Giving up on escaping, the diva leaned up onto his elbows connecting his and Jonghyun’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“Now was that so hard Jonggie?”