More Than Fine
Title: More Than Fine
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG - drabble (ish)
Notes: The explosion of minkey in the past few days obviously inspired me ^^ I’m sure you all knew I wasn’t going to just let all of that go unnoticed right? Ahhh also this is the return of my minkey drabbles :) Exciting, yes? x] Enjoy~
Notes 2.0: Also I'm not sure if it was Sukira they were on... I saw both Sukira and Young Street be thrown around but w/e I do what I want 8]
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Being the DJs for Sukira was one of the most fun things that Minho had ever been asked to do. Having Key as his partner was the second most fun and in reality just made it that much better. They had good chemistry and they talked easily - freely - with each other, and their antics were keeping smiles on pretty much everyone’s faces. The fact that there was a bit something more under the surface helped, too.
At Key’s fan birthday party they had admitted being a bit awkward with each other, and they could be at times, though it wasn’t exactly a day-to-day thing. They were mainly awkward with each other after having been attached to Jonghyun or Taemin (Key and Minho, respectively) for excessive amounts of time and had to adjust to each other and really… it wasn’t that hard. Because after Key asked Minho if he had eaten, and after Minho offered to cook them both something, it was genuine smiles, light banter and casual talk.
After they had appeared on Strong Heart together it was pretty much a given that the duo had a strong presence together. Sure, Onew was great on all sorts of shows for his gag and his jokes, but Minho and Key were funny as well - though in a bit of a different manner. It almost seemed as though Minho could open up easier to the host, to the audience with Key sitting right next to him and Key… well, Key could open up to a brick wall if it didn’t run away from him.
But Minho had changed so much over the years since SHINee’s debut and he could give thanks to all the members but most of all he should be thanking Key, who acted without restrictions at all times, who encouraged him to be who he was and not be embarrassed or ashamed.
Here in the studio as they DJ’d the songs, singing and dancing along with them, it was fun, it was simple, it was carefree and Minho couldn’t not smile the whole time. Key was hilarious in his acting, in his exaggerated dancing and lip syncing, and when they got playful, they got playful.
The first day had gone without a hitch; they read the script, did their own ad-libs, played around, did well in DJ’ing the music. They were scheduled to come back the following morning and DJ again and both were definitely ready to back for another day. And another day came and they were on the show, and Key seemed to be a little… out of it, despite his excitement the night before.
He had been complaining that he hadn’t had his morning coffee, so Minho had gotten up and got him one out of the break room, bringing it back for the slightly older boy. He was also complaining about sinus congestion, so Minho had gone and got a roll of two-ply, soft toilet paper. Apparently Key’s creative mind was on a vacation because after his first two complaints were met with simple solutions he leaned his elbow on the table and started to fidget with his hair, reading the script and occasionally glancing at their shared monitor.
Minho was a bit put off by Key’s lack of energy; usually it was him that was quiet and broody. So as they both looked at the screen to read the instructions as to what they were supposed to do after the song was over, out of the corner of his eye Minho saw Key’s long, pretty fingers playing with his growing hair on the side of his head that had once been shaved. Minho had already been feeling a bit antsy; for one, because Key was a bit out of sorts, and for two, he had picked out a specific outfit to wear that day in order to try and see if he had a decent fashion sense.
It was probably a bit over the top, the sweater tied around his neck like some sort of preppy douche bag, but it had been in one of Key’s fashion magazines and the diva helped Minho out so often with his clothes that for once Minho wanted to try his hand at it, and see if Key approved.
So far Key hadn’t said a word.
And as Minho caught sight of Key’s long, slender digits playing in his hair he felt his anxiousness rise to a new high and he really wanted to grab Key by the shoulders and shake him, ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, but instead he just grabbed the slightly older boy’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his head, reaching for Key’s other hand.
Key didn’t refuse, he didn’t exactly encourage it either, just sort of let it happen. That was no good; Minho started to dance with Key to the song and it wasn’t hard to get those limp noodle arms to wave around a few times and soon Key snorted and giggled, doubling over in that cute way when he laughed and was embarrassed.
But when he doubled over his face nearly landed in Minho’s lap and Minho let go of the other boy’s hands, practically freezing as Key tried to inhale correctly. Key straightened and Minho didn’t want to be obvious about his minor distress, so he continued on with their antics - he grabbed Key’s right ankle, fingers enclosing around the delicate bone and lifting the other boy’s leg up, getting the other as well and starting to dance with his legs.
He wasn’t a pro at body gags but when one had Key as a prop, many things were possible, especially when he was too worn out to be pissed off or refuse what you were doing.
They both turned and caught what they were doing on the playback monitor and laughed, Minho letting go of Key’s legs as the shorter boy doubled over with laughter again, his giggles just as loud as the print of his pants. It was just the ice breaker they needed, though, as they calmed their breaths and scooted back to the desk, much closer than they had been before.
Key’s energy had been piqued again and later on in the show Minho was almost regretting it because currently Key was dancing to a 2NE1 song, those ridiculous black sunglasses on his face, hoodie pulled as he lip synced along and did his best impression of CL. Alright, sure, it was funny and actually pretty accurate but Key was wearing Minho thin once more and even so, Minho couldn’t be mad because when Key was happy, he was happy, and he couldn’t help the smiles that slipped while he tried to fill out the paperwork that Key was refusing to touch.
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“Aigoo what a tiring day~ wouldn’t it be fun to be a DJ all the time like Super Junior hyungs?” Key asked as they came back to the dorm at almost one in the morning, keeping his voice hushed as he toed off his shoes.
Minho chuckled, “You’d need me there to do all the paperwork.”
Key rolled his eyes, “DJ’ing is about music, not paperwork. That’s boring.”
“It’s part of the job,” Minho said, though his voice wasn’t condescending or demeaning, just stating the obvious as he propped himself up against the wall with a hand and lifted a shoe up to undo the laces.
“Mmm good point. I guess we could be a duo,” the shorter boy said as he took off his hoodie and hung it up on the rack, running his fingers through his hair.
“Don’t make it sound like it’s so dreadful,” Minho said with a grin as he got his shoes successfully off, wandering into the living room and stretching his arms over his head.
“Maybe it is,” Key huffed playfully, before rubbing his eyes and staring at the bathroom, obviously contemplating a shower.
“Worry about it in the morning,” Minho yawned, reaching over and grabbing Key’s elbow to gently tug him towards the bedroom. “It’s been a long day.”
“But I’m gross,” Key whined, even though he was letting Minho lead him to his bedroom.
Minho smiled, “You’re fine.”
“You always say that.” Key pouted.
Minho opened the door to Key’s bedroom that he shared with the leader and the maknae, and arched a brow at the shorter boy lightly as he registered his words.
“… Should I not say that?”
The diva huffed and hit Minho in the bicep lightly, “Aren’t I ever more than fine to you?”
For a second, Minho was confused. But when he took in the glint in Key’s eyes, when he saw the way the older boy’s shoulders hunched a bit, he let out a soft sound and smiled, wrapping an arm around Key to pull him into his strong chest.
“You’re always more than perfect, to me.”
He could feel Key relax, feel those pretty fingers curl into the back of his shirt.
“I just say ‘fine’ so you won’t get a huge ego.”
Key pulled away and backhanded him lightly in the gut before stalking into his bedroom and shutting the door, muttering “asshole” under his breath.
Minho leaned against the frame of the door, folding his arms over his chest and crossing his foot over his ankle, counting backwards from three in his head.
Before he could reach zero, the door to the bedroom opened and Key poked his head out, staring at the center of Minho’s chest determinedly as he spoke words that came from deep within, but he was a bit prudish in saying since in his eyes Minho was being a jerk.
“I liked your outfit today.”
The taller boy grinned as he caught sight of the stubborn blush on Key’s cheeks, and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss the rosy skin gently.
The door shut again and Minho had to pull back quickly to avoid getting his head caught in it, and then he shuffled to get into his own bed, stripping down to his boxers and pulling the covers up, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes with a smile.
He and Key did make a pretty good duo, didn’t they?
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG - drabble (ish)
Notes: The explosion of minkey in the past few days obviously inspired me ^^ I’m sure you all knew I wasn’t going to just let all of that go unnoticed right? Ahhh also this is the return of my minkey drabbles :) Exciting, yes? x] Enjoy~
Notes 2.0: Also I'm not sure if it was Sukira they were on... I saw both Sukira and Young Street be thrown around but w/e I do what I want 8]
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Being the DJs for Sukira was one of the most fun things that Minho had ever been asked to do. Having Key as his partner was the second most fun and in reality just made it that much better. They had good chemistry and they talked easily - freely - with each other, and their antics were keeping smiles on pretty much everyone’s faces. The fact that there was a bit something more under the surface helped, too.
At Key’s fan birthday party they had admitted being a bit awkward with each other, and they could be at times, though it wasn’t exactly a day-to-day thing. They were mainly awkward with each other after having been attached to Jonghyun or Taemin (Key and Minho, respectively) for excessive amounts of time and had to adjust to each other and really… it wasn’t that hard. Because after Key asked Minho if he had eaten, and after Minho offered to cook them both something, it was genuine smiles, light banter and casual talk.
After they had appeared on Strong Heart together it was pretty much a given that the duo had a strong presence together. Sure, Onew was great on all sorts of shows for his gag and his jokes, but Minho and Key were funny as well - though in a bit of a different manner. It almost seemed as though Minho could open up easier to the host, to the audience with Key sitting right next to him and Key… well, Key could open up to a brick wall if it didn’t run away from him.
But Minho had changed so much over the years since SHINee’s debut and he could give thanks to all the members but most of all he should be thanking Key, who acted without restrictions at all times, who encouraged him to be who he was and not be embarrassed or ashamed.
Here in the studio as they DJ’d the songs, singing and dancing along with them, it was fun, it was simple, it was carefree and Minho couldn’t not smile the whole time. Key was hilarious in his acting, in his exaggerated dancing and lip syncing, and when they got playful, they got playful.
The first day had gone without a hitch; they read the script, did their own ad-libs, played around, did well in DJ’ing the music. They were scheduled to come back the following morning and DJ again and both were definitely ready to back for another day. And another day came and they were on the show, and Key seemed to be a little… out of it, despite his excitement the night before.
He had been complaining that he hadn’t had his morning coffee, so Minho had gotten up and got him one out of the break room, bringing it back for the slightly older boy. He was also complaining about sinus congestion, so Minho had gone and got a roll of two-ply, soft toilet paper. Apparently Key’s creative mind was on a vacation because after his first two complaints were met with simple solutions he leaned his elbow on the table and started to fidget with his hair, reading the script and occasionally glancing at their shared monitor.
Minho was a bit put off by Key’s lack of energy; usually it was him that was quiet and broody. So as they both looked at the screen to read the instructions as to what they were supposed to do after the song was over, out of the corner of his eye Minho saw Key’s long, pretty fingers playing with his growing hair on the side of his head that had once been shaved. Minho had already been feeling a bit antsy; for one, because Key was a bit out of sorts, and for two, he had picked out a specific outfit to wear that day in order to try and see if he had a decent fashion sense.
It was probably a bit over the top, the sweater tied around his neck like some sort of preppy douche bag, but it had been in one of Key’s fashion magazines and the diva helped Minho out so often with his clothes that for once Minho wanted to try his hand at it, and see if Key approved.
So far Key hadn’t said a word.
And as Minho caught sight of Key’s long, slender digits playing in his hair he felt his anxiousness rise to a new high and he really wanted to grab Key by the shoulders and shake him, ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, but instead he just grabbed the slightly older boy’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his head, reaching for Key’s other hand.
Key didn’t refuse, he didn’t exactly encourage it either, just sort of let it happen. That was no good; Minho started to dance with Key to the song and it wasn’t hard to get those limp noodle arms to wave around a few times and soon Key snorted and giggled, doubling over in that cute way when he laughed and was embarrassed.
But when he doubled over his face nearly landed in Minho’s lap and Minho let go of the other boy’s hands, practically freezing as Key tried to inhale correctly. Key straightened and Minho didn’t want to be obvious about his minor distress, so he continued on with their antics - he grabbed Key’s right ankle, fingers enclosing around the delicate bone and lifting the other boy’s leg up, getting the other as well and starting to dance with his legs.
He wasn’t a pro at body gags but when one had Key as a prop, many things were possible, especially when he was too worn out to be pissed off or refuse what you were doing.
They both turned and caught what they were doing on the playback monitor and laughed, Minho letting go of Key’s legs as the shorter boy doubled over with laughter again, his giggles just as loud as the print of his pants. It was just the ice breaker they needed, though, as they calmed their breaths and scooted back to the desk, much closer than they had been before.
Key’s energy had been piqued again and later on in the show Minho was almost regretting it because currently Key was dancing to a 2NE1 song, those ridiculous black sunglasses on his face, hoodie pulled as he lip synced along and did his best impression of CL. Alright, sure, it was funny and actually pretty accurate but Key was wearing Minho thin once more and even so, Minho couldn’t be mad because when Key was happy, he was happy, and he couldn’t help the smiles that slipped while he tried to fill out the paperwork that Key was refusing to touch.
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“Aigoo what a tiring day~ wouldn’t it be fun to be a DJ all the time like Super Junior hyungs?” Key asked as they came back to the dorm at almost one in the morning, keeping his voice hushed as he toed off his shoes.
Minho chuckled, “You’d need me there to do all the paperwork.”
Key rolled his eyes, “DJ’ing is about music, not paperwork. That’s boring.”
“It’s part of the job,” Minho said, though his voice wasn’t condescending or demeaning, just stating the obvious as he propped himself up against the wall with a hand and lifted a shoe up to undo the laces.
“Mmm good point. I guess we could be a duo,” the shorter boy said as he took off his hoodie and hung it up on the rack, running his fingers through his hair.
“Don’t make it sound like it’s so dreadful,” Minho said with a grin as he got his shoes successfully off, wandering into the living room and stretching his arms over his head.
“Maybe it is,” Key huffed playfully, before rubbing his eyes and staring at the bathroom, obviously contemplating a shower.
“Worry about it in the morning,” Minho yawned, reaching over and grabbing Key’s elbow to gently tug him towards the bedroom. “It’s been a long day.”
“But I’m gross,” Key whined, even though he was letting Minho lead him to his bedroom.
Minho smiled, “You’re fine.”
“You always say that.” Key pouted.
Minho opened the door to Key’s bedroom that he shared with the leader and the maknae, and arched a brow at the shorter boy lightly as he registered his words.
“… Should I not say that?”
The diva huffed and hit Minho in the bicep lightly, “Aren’t I ever more than fine to you?”
For a second, Minho was confused. But when he took in the glint in Key’s eyes, when he saw the way the older boy’s shoulders hunched a bit, he let out a soft sound and smiled, wrapping an arm around Key to pull him into his strong chest.
“You’re always more than perfect, to me.”
He could feel Key relax, feel those pretty fingers curl into the back of his shirt.
“I just say ‘fine’ so you won’t get a huge ego.”
Key pulled away and backhanded him lightly in the gut before stalking into his bedroom and shutting the door, muttering “asshole” under his breath.
Minho leaned against the frame of the door, folding his arms over his chest and crossing his foot over his ankle, counting backwards from three in his head.
Before he could reach zero, the door to the bedroom opened and Key poked his head out, staring at the center of Minho’s chest determinedly as he spoke words that came from deep within, but he was a bit prudish in saying since in his eyes Minho was being a jerk.
“I liked your outfit today.”
The taller boy grinned as he caught sight of the stubborn blush on Key’s cheeks, and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss the rosy skin gently.
The door shut again and Minho had to pull back quickly to avoid getting his head caught in it, and then he shuffled to get into his own bed, stripping down to his boxers and pulling the covers up, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes with a smile.
He and Key did make a pretty good duo, didn’t they?