➝ microwave popcorn。
pairing: jonghyun/jinki
rating: pg-13 (one use of the word "shit", okay.)
word count: 2,514
summary: jinki speaks to microwaves and is briefly miss korea.
notes: mujyakina has dubbed this "microwave fic". i just can't even. also this was written on like, negative sleep. don't even judge, okay. and please alert me of any mistakes. :[ ♥
Jinki is staring into the microwave, eyebrows knitted together as he watches the turn table rotate. The popcorn hasn't started popping and the bag isn't expanding, and Jinki wonders if he's done something wrong. He looks down at the box in his hands and skims over the instructions two more times before glancing back up at the microwave. After a pause, Jinki bites down on his lip and presses his ear to the microwave door, trying to ignore all the horror stories of radiation and heart attacks and cats having seizures. The first pop sounds and he shouts out in surprise, the box flying from his hands.
"That was not very nice," he tells the microwave, shaking a finger at it with a frown on his face. Jinki picks up the box and promptly drops it again when someone clears their throat.
A boy is standing in the doorway, bag over his shoulder and a few suitcases at his feet. They stare at each other for a few moments, the sound of the microwave breaking what could only be described as the most awkward silence of Jinki's life.
"I’m Jonghyun,” the boy says, a sort of pained smile on his face.
"I -- Jinki -- roommate -- um," Jinki tries to say and is cut off by the microwave dinging. "Do you -- popcorn?" he asks, slightly desperately.
Jonghyun shakes his head and digs around in his bag before dropping it on his side of the room. "I’ll be back later," he says and disappears out the door.
Jinki looks forlornly at the microwave and is pretty sure his roommate thinks he's crazy. He may or may not agree.
It’s been just over a week and they're no less awkward than the first day. Jinki still blames the microwave. Jonghyun spends most of his time outside of the room and Jinki seeks refuge from falling on concrete by staying inside. They’re only in the room at the same time at night and conversation is generally shallow. Life is really unfair, Jinki thinks, to stick him with someone completely his opposite.
It’s a little past six when Jinki decides to brave the cafeteria. There's no more microwaveable food and he really doesn't trust himself with cooking after his bad experience when he was ten in which his hair caught on fire and his left eyebrow was singed. Jinki swears it hasn't grown back the same. The walk takes him thirty minutes because he has no sense of direction and he swears the signs were lying to him -- it was just cruel of the universe. He arrives after tripping only twice, fully intact with no bruises.
After piling his tray full, he looks around for an empty table, trying to remain under the radar. It doesn't work and someone calls his name. Jinki briefly thinks he's going insane and that voices are speaking to him. He doesn't have any friends -- he's still too new to the school to be comfortable with trying to meet friends, especially after the popcorn incident, so schizophrenia is clearly the answer. His name is called again and Jinki looks around, spotting Jonghyun waving to him. Jonghyun isn't alone and for a wild second, Jinki feels the urge to drop his tray and flee. He suppresses it and makes his way to the table. Jinki just stands there and blinks at Jonghyun. Jonghyun blinks back.
"Well, sit down," Jonghyun says, pulling out a chair. Jinki does, almost knocking over one of the drinks in the process. He looks up in horror and the boy it belongs to gives him a small smile and moves it to his other side in a fluid movement, and Jinki is jealous of the grace practically exuding from the boy. "This is my roommate," Jonghyun supplies, and looks at Jinki expectantly.
"Oh," Jinki says. "Um. I’m Jinki. Nice to meet you." He feels slightly terrified. Jonghyun and his friends look so comfortable and cool. Except for the one glaring at Jinki, but Jinki remembers what his mother always says about wild animals: don't look them in the eye and play dead so you won't get eaten. Jinki averts his eyes. It's quiet for a few moments, until there's a dull thunk and an ow.
"I’m Kibum," the glaring one says, and Jinki smiles without showing his teeth so as not to incite the beast. "This is Taemin." Kibum gestures at the boy who smiled at Jinki and Taemin inclines his head in greeting. "He’s my son, so don't taint him." Jonghyun and Taemin both say not your son, which earns a fry thrown at Jonghyun and Taemin being ignored. "That’s Minho, but he's a mute."
Jonghyun throws the fry back at Kibum after that statement and a miniature food fight breaks out. Minho looks completely unfazed and murmurs a quiet "hello" over the chaos.
"Um," Jinki begins and isn't sure what to ask. He settles for, "are they always like this?"
"Yes," Minho and Taemin reply. Taemin swipes something from Kibum's plate and upon tasting it, holds a bite out to Jinki. Jinki stares at it, but Taemin smiles and nods so Jinki takes it, trying not to look as awkward as he feels. He isn't sure he succeeds, but Taemin has already gone back to watching the war being waged.
Minho asks Jinki about his classes the same time Kibum shrieks about getting sauce on his shirt, and Jinki regrets venturing outdoors until Jonghyun catches his eye and grins.
Two months later, Jinki has learned to trust Kibum. But he still thinks this is a bad idea. Kibum had sounded very confident when he had slung his arm over Jinki's shoulder and smiled at him, sweet and terrifying. Trust me, he had whispered, and Jinki had no reason not to. This is how he ends up pacing the room with his Calculus book on his head instead of studying it. His steps are slow and he holds his hands up next to the book in case it falls, but it hasn't and he hasn't tripped either, and Jinki thinks that's an improvement.
He turns on his heel and wobbles slightly, but regains his balance by flapping his arms around rather like an affronted duck. Jinki isn't entirely sure balancing a book on his head will help him not trip and fall on his face again and worry Minho, Kibum had said with a glare that told him Minho wasn't really the one worried. He smiles slightly at the thought. Even to Jinki, Kibum is easy to read, but that could also be because Jinki is still on the fence about whether or not Minho is actually capable of emotions. He is very tall, after all.
The door opens and Jinki doesn't turn -- he's still concentrating on staying in a straight line. It's surprisingly difficult to not wander all over the place without Jonghyun's hand guiding his elbow, and Jinki pushes the thought out of his head. He manages a wave and continues on his path and Jonghyun slips around him, fingertips briefly grazing the small of Jinki's back.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun asks, staring at Jinki from where he's draped upside down off of his bed.
"I'm walking," Jinki says, though he's moving at a snail's pace.
"You look like Miss Korea."
"Thank you," Jinki says without missing a beat. "I'd like to thank the little people. Which is you."
There's no response. Jinki turns and is face to face with Jonghyun. He looks kind of terrifying. The book slides to the floor and narrowly misses Jinki's feet. Jinki points at Jonghyun's bed and then to the very small space between them, confused. Jinki will have to remember to question Jonghyun about his Spider-Man reflexes to quips about his height later. If he's feeling lucky.
"Are you implying," Jonghyun hisses, sounding surprisingly similar to Key, "that I am short?"
Jinki chooses not to answer and shrinks back. Jonghyun glowers at him for a few more moments before he flops back onto his bed and Jinki wonders why he ever chose fighting words to begin with. He had only won two rounds against Jonghyun ever, and that was because Jinki sat on him.
"Kibum said good posture will keep me from tripping and threw my book at me." Jinki pauses, reflecting. "I think that might be just as damaging." He shrugs and grins at Jonghyun, who is suddenly looking sort of awkward. Jinki stares at him. Really, Jonghyun has walked in on worse. There was that one time with Taemin trying to get a barrette out of Jinki's hair that Key decided to put in it; book balancing isn't anything like that. "What?"
"You're close with Kibum, aren't you," Jonghyun says, shifting on his bed. "Like, you know."
Jinki stares at Jonghyun as Jonghyun makes wild gestures to get his point across without actually saying it. Jinki gets it halfway between the linked pinkies.
"What? No!" Jinki's voice is slightly higher than acceptable and he shakes his head. Jinki kind of thinks Kibum would rather shop than date, anyway. He voices this and Jonghyun laughs. "Do you--?" Jinki tries to push down the feeling of relief that rises when Jonghyun shakes his head no.
"Oh," Jinki says, nodding. "Okay."
Jonghyun hands Jinki his book and when their fingers touch, Jinki tries not to smile too widely. He's not sure it works.
It’s past midnight and Jonghyun is still out. Not that Jinki notices. He’s just still awake, writing down notes and not noticing that Jonghyun is still gone. He’s halfway through his second page on antiderivatives when the door opens, light spilling in from the hallway. Jinki swivels his chair around and catches his sleeve on his desk. The chair goes out from under him and Jinki is now very intimate with the floor, which he thinks is entirely inappropriate. Jonghyun laughs and Jinki's face burns as Jonghyun grasps his elbow, but he tells himself he's just embarrassed, that's all, just embarrassed.
Jinki mumbles out a thanks and pulls away, rubbing his arm as he asks, "did you have fun?"
"You should have gone," Jonghyun replies, grinning and earnest. It makes Jinki go still and the room feel smaller, or maybe it's just his chest that's gotten tight. Jinki offers him a small smile, thought it really feels more like a grimace, and hopes Jonghyun doesn't notice. "I got you something -- here."
Jonghyun thrusts a small, stuffed bear at him and Jinki looks down at it. He blinks a few times and takes it, hesitantly. Jinki feels the flush rise as Jonghyun tells him how it took seven tries but he wanted Jinki to have something since he stayed in to study and it just wasn't the same without him, even Kibum asked where he was.
"Thanks," Jinki says, and Jonghyun's smile widens. He flops down on Jinki's bed and beckons to Jinki. After a pause, Jinki takes the few steps to his bed before tripping on the hem of his jeans. This time, Jinki joins in when Jonghyun laughs.
Jinki catches the looks Jonghyun gives him, with his eyes soft and a little shy. His attempts to ignore it go unnoticed, and he's kept up by thoughts of glances and brushes of hands. Jonghyun's fingers rest a second too long on Jinki's wrist; his palm curves over Jinki's hip, holding on a bit too tightly. He's on his stomach next to Jinki, face pressed into Jinki's pillow. His body is warm next to Jinki's and Jinki has to remind himself that it's just Jonghyun, this is how he is.
Jonghyun doesn't like thunderstorms, Jinki tells himself. That's why he had slid in with Jinki and curled up next to him. It would have been the same if it was Key or Taemin or even Minho, Jinki thinks. It still distracts him from being able to fall asleep and so Jinki is pretending to read, but he can't tell left from right or if his book is about Queen Victoria or superheroes.
Jonghyun murmurs something under his breath and Jinki tries not to piece together how Jonghyun sleeps more quietly in Jinki's bed or how Jonghyun doesn't make fun of Jinki for liking math. He tries not to notice Jonghyun wearing Jinki's Superman shirt to bed and how he makes gummi bear wars with Jinki, green versus orange while they eat all the red.
Jinki stares down at his book and leans into Jonghyun, just slightly. He spends the night attempting to keep his eyes on his book instead of Jonghyun and says under his breath, shit.
The mirrors in the bathroom are fogged and the air is thick, hot and humid. Jinki thinks he's probably used up the entire dorm's hot water supply and the tips of his fingers are wrinkled, but he can't find it in himself to care. He's not pouting, not exactly. Pouting is for crushes, and Jinki doesn't have a crush. He's just a boy who's fallen for his roommate, his roommate who is everything he's not, who already has everything he needs. It's not pouting, it's contemplation.
Jinki sinks into the tub so only his knees and the top of his head are out of the water and admits to himself maybe it's a little pouting. He watches the water drip off of his hair and catches it in his palm before letting his hand drop, splashing over the edge of the tub. Pulling himself up, Jinki leans his head back and stares at the ceiling. He jumps when the door opens and resists the urge to cover himself even though he's hidden by the soapy water.
Jonghyun closes the door behind him and stands there for a few seconds, but he doesn't say anything. He crosses the wet tile, doesn't slip like Jinki would, and makes to sit on the edge of the tub.
"It's wet."
"Oh." Jonghyun sits anyway, stares at Jinki in a way that makes Jinki think his hair is suddenly the color of Kibum's.
"Um," Jinki tries to say, but Jonghyun cuts him off.
"Jinki," he says and reaches out. His hand slides behind Jinki's neck and Jonghyun's palm is cool against his skin. He tugs Jinki up slightly and Jinki blinks at Jonghyun. Jonghyun blinks back. "Jinki," he tries again, and then he leans forward.
He presses his lips against Jinki's and it's nothing like Jinki expected. It's careful and a little unsure, kind of like when Jonghyun practices his foreign languages and climbs into Jinki's bed after thunderstorms, and Jinki realizes, oh.
Jinki kisses back, one hand gripping the edge of the tub and the other leaving a wet print on Jonghyun's jeans. He feels a smile against his lips and isn't sure how much time passes before Jonghyun pulls away.
"I brought tofu," he informs Jinki, hand still tucked behind Jinki's neck, and his fingers weave into Jinki's hair. "Hurry up or I'll eat all of it."
Jinki ignores the tofu in favor of kissing Jonghyun again, and doesn't mind a bit.
rating: pg-13 (one use of the word "shit", okay.)
word count: 2,514
summary: jinki speaks to microwaves and is briefly miss korea.
notes: mujyakina has dubbed this "microwave fic". i just can't even. also this was written on like, negative sleep. don't even judge, okay. and please alert me of any mistakes. :[ ♥
Jinki is staring into the microwave, eyebrows knitted together as he watches the turn table rotate. The popcorn hasn't started popping and the bag isn't expanding, and Jinki wonders if he's done something wrong. He looks down at the box in his hands and skims over the instructions two more times before glancing back up at the microwave. After a pause, Jinki bites down on his lip and presses his ear to the microwave door, trying to ignore all the horror stories of radiation and heart attacks and cats having seizures. The first pop sounds and he shouts out in surprise, the box flying from his hands.
"That was not very nice," he tells the microwave, shaking a finger at it with a frown on his face. Jinki picks up the box and promptly drops it again when someone clears their throat.
A boy is standing in the doorway, bag over his shoulder and a few suitcases at his feet. They stare at each other for a few moments, the sound of the microwave breaking what could only be described as the most awkward silence of Jinki's life.
"I’m Jonghyun,” the boy says, a sort of pained smile on his face.
"I -- Jinki -- roommate -- um," Jinki tries to say and is cut off by the microwave dinging. "Do you -- popcorn?" he asks, slightly desperately.
Jonghyun shakes his head and digs around in his bag before dropping it on his side of the room. "I’ll be back later," he says and disappears out the door.
Jinki looks forlornly at the microwave and is pretty sure his roommate thinks he's crazy. He may or may not agree.
It’s been just over a week and they're no less awkward than the first day. Jinki still blames the microwave. Jonghyun spends most of his time outside of the room and Jinki seeks refuge from falling on concrete by staying inside. They’re only in the room at the same time at night and conversation is generally shallow. Life is really unfair, Jinki thinks, to stick him with someone completely his opposite.
It’s a little past six when Jinki decides to brave the cafeteria. There's no more microwaveable food and he really doesn't trust himself with cooking after his bad experience when he was ten in which his hair caught on fire and his left eyebrow was singed. Jinki swears it hasn't grown back the same. The walk takes him thirty minutes because he has no sense of direction and he swears the signs were lying to him -- it was just cruel of the universe. He arrives after tripping only twice, fully intact with no bruises.
After piling his tray full, he looks around for an empty table, trying to remain under the radar. It doesn't work and someone calls his name. Jinki briefly thinks he's going insane and that voices are speaking to him. He doesn't have any friends -- he's still too new to the school to be comfortable with trying to meet friends, especially after the popcorn incident, so schizophrenia is clearly the answer. His name is called again and Jinki looks around, spotting Jonghyun waving to him. Jonghyun isn't alone and for a wild second, Jinki feels the urge to drop his tray and flee. He suppresses it and makes his way to the table. Jinki just stands there and blinks at Jonghyun. Jonghyun blinks back.
"Well, sit down," Jonghyun says, pulling out a chair. Jinki does, almost knocking over one of the drinks in the process. He looks up in horror and the boy it belongs to gives him a small smile and moves it to his other side in a fluid movement, and Jinki is jealous of the grace practically exuding from the boy. "This is my roommate," Jonghyun supplies, and looks at Jinki expectantly.
"Oh," Jinki says. "Um. I’m Jinki. Nice to meet you." He feels slightly terrified. Jonghyun and his friends look so comfortable and cool. Except for the one glaring at Jinki, but Jinki remembers what his mother always says about wild animals: don't look them in the eye and play dead so you won't get eaten. Jinki averts his eyes. It's quiet for a few moments, until there's a dull thunk and an ow.
"I’m Kibum," the glaring one says, and Jinki smiles without showing his teeth so as not to incite the beast. "This is Taemin." Kibum gestures at the boy who smiled at Jinki and Taemin inclines his head in greeting. "He’s my son, so don't taint him." Jonghyun and Taemin both say not your son, which earns a fry thrown at Jonghyun and Taemin being ignored. "That’s Minho, but he's a mute."
Jonghyun throws the fry back at Kibum after that statement and a miniature food fight breaks out. Minho looks completely unfazed and murmurs a quiet "hello" over the chaos.
"Um," Jinki begins and isn't sure what to ask. He settles for, "are they always like this?"
"Yes," Minho and Taemin reply. Taemin swipes something from Kibum's plate and upon tasting it, holds a bite out to Jinki. Jinki stares at it, but Taemin smiles and nods so Jinki takes it, trying not to look as awkward as he feels. He isn't sure he succeeds, but Taemin has already gone back to watching the war being waged.
Minho asks Jinki about his classes the same time Kibum shrieks about getting sauce on his shirt, and Jinki regrets venturing outdoors until Jonghyun catches his eye and grins.
Two months later, Jinki has learned to trust Kibum. But he still thinks this is a bad idea. Kibum had sounded very confident when he had slung his arm over Jinki's shoulder and smiled at him, sweet and terrifying. Trust me, he had whispered, and Jinki had no reason not to. This is how he ends up pacing the room with his Calculus book on his head instead of studying it. His steps are slow and he holds his hands up next to the book in case it falls, but it hasn't and he hasn't tripped either, and Jinki thinks that's an improvement.
He turns on his heel and wobbles slightly, but regains his balance by flapping his arms around rather like an affronted duck. Jinki isn't entirely sure balancing a book on his head will help him not trip and fall on his face again and worry Minho, Kibum had said with a glare that told him Minho wasn't really the one worried. He smiles slightly at the thought. Even to Jinki, Kibum is easy to read, but that could also be because Jinki is still on the fence about whether or not Minho is actually capable of emotions. He is very tall, after all.
The door opens and Jinki doesn't turn -- he's still concentrating on staying in a straight line. It's surprisingly difficult to not wander all over the place without Jonghyun's hand guiding his elbow, and Jinki pushes the thought out of his head. He manages a wave and continues on his path and Jonghyun slips around him, fingertips briefly grazing the small of Jinki's back.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun asks, staring at Jinki from where he's draped upside down off of his bed.
"I'm walking," Jinki says, though he's moving at a snail's pace.
"You look like Miss Korea."
"Thank you," Jinki says without missing a beat. "I'd like to thank the little people. Which is you."
There's no response. Jinki turns and is face to face with Jonghyun. He looks kind of terrifying. The book slides to the floor and narrowly misses Jinki's feet. Jinki points at Jonghyun's bed and then to the very small space between them, confused. Jinki will have to remember to question Jonghyun about his Spider-Man reflexes to quips about his height later. If he's feeling lucky.
"Are you implying," Jonghyun hisses, sounding surprisingly similar to Key, "that I am short?"
Jinki chooses not to answer and shrinks back. Jonghyun glowers at him for a few more moments before he flops back onto his bed and Jinki wonders why he ever chose fighting words to begin with. He had only won two rounds against Jonghyun ever, and that was because Jinki sat on him.
"Kibum said good posture will keep me from tripping and threw my book at me." Jinki pauses, reflecting. "I think that might be just as damaging." He shrugs and grins at Jonghyun, who is suddenly looking sort of awkward. Jinki stares at him. Really, Jonghyun has walked in on worse. There was that one time with Taemin trying to get a barrette out of Jinki's hair that Key decided to put in it; book balancing isn't anything like that. "What?"
"You're close with Kibum, aren't you," Jonghyun says, shifting on his bed. "Like, you know."
Jinki stares at Jonghyun as Jonghyun makes wild gestures to get his point across without actually saying it. Jinki gets it halfway between the linked pinkies.
"What? No!" Jinki's voice is slightly higher than acceptable and he shakes his head. Jinki kind of thinks Kibum would rather shop than date, anyway. He voices this and Jonghyun laughs. "Do you--?" Jinki tries to push down the feeling of relief that rises when Jonghyun shakes his head no.
"Oh," Jinki says, nodding. "Okay."
Jonghyun hands Jinki his book and when their fingers touch, Jinki tries not to smile too widely. He's not sure it works.
It’s past midnight and Jonghyun is still out. Not that Jinki notices. He’s just still awake, writing down notes and not noticing that Jonghyun is still gone. He’s halfway through his second page on antiderivatives when the door opens, light spilling in from the hallway. Jinki swivels his chair around and catches his sleeve on his desk. The chair goes out from under him and Jinki is now very intimate with the floor, which he thinks is entirely inappropriate. Jonghyun laughs and Jinki's face burns as Jonghyun grasps his elbow, but he tells himself he's just embarrassed, that's all, just embarrassed.
Jinki mumbles out a thanks and pulls away, rubbing his arm as he asks, "did you have fun?"
"You should have gone," Jonghyun replies, grinning and earnest. It makes Jinki go still and the room feel smaller, or maybe it's just his chest that's gotten tight. Jinki offers him a small smile, thought it really feels more like a grimace, and hopes Jonghyun doesn't notice. "I got you something -- here."
Jonghyun thrusts a small, stuffed bear at him and Jinki looks down at it. He blinks a few times and takes it, hesitantly. Jinki feels the flush rise as Jonghyun tells him how it took seven tries but he wanted Jinki to have something since he stayed in to study and it just wasn't the same without him, even Kibum asked where he was.
"Thanks," Jinki says, and Jonghyun's smile widens. He flops down on Jinki's bed and beckons to Jinki. After a pause, Jinki takes the few steps to his bed before tripping on the hem of his jeans. This time, Jinki joins in when Jonghyun laughs.
Jinki catches the looks Jonghyun gives him, with his eyes soft and a little shy. His attempts to ignore it go unnoticed, and he's kept up by thoughts of glances and brushes of hands. Jonghyun's fingers rest a second too long on Jinki's wrist; his palm curves over Jinki's hip, holding on a bit too tightly. He's on his stomach next to Jinki, face pressed into Jinki's pillow. His body is warm next to Jinki's and Jinki has to remind himself that it's just Jonghyun, this is how he is.
Jonghyun doesn't like thunderstorms, Jinki tells himself. That's why he had slid in with Jinki and curled up next to him. It would have been the same if it was Key or Taemin or even Minho, Jinki thinks. It still distracts him from being able to fall asleep and so Jinki is pretending to read, but he can't tell left from right or if his book is about Queen Victoria or superheroes.
Jonghyun murmurs something under his breath and Jinki tries not to piece together how Jonghyun sleeps more quietly in Jinki's bed or how Jonghyun doesn't make fun of Jinki for liking math. He tries not to notice Jonghyun wearing Jinki's Superman shirt to bed and how he makes gummi bear wars with Jinki, green versus orange while they eat all the red.
Jinki stares down at his book and leans into Jonghyun, just slightly. He spends the night attempting to keep his eyes on his book instead of Jonghyun and says under his breath, shit.
The mirrors in the bathroom are fogged and the air is thick, hot and humid. Jinki thinks he's probably used up the entire dorm's hot water supply and the tips of his fingers are wrinkled, but he can't find it in himself to care. He's not pouting, not exactly. Pouting is for crushes, and Jinki doesn't have a crush. He's just a boy who's fallen for his roommate, his roommate who is everything he's not, who already has everything he needs. It's not pouting, it's contemplation.
Jinki sinks into the tub so only his knees and the top of his head are out of the water and admits to himself maybe it's a little pouting. He watches the water drip off of his hair and catches it in his palm before letting his hand drop, splashing over the edge of the tub. Pulling himself up, Jinki leans his head back and stares at the ceiling. He jumps when the door opens and resists the urge to cover himself even though he's hidden by the soapy water.
Jonghyun closes the door behind him and stands there for a few seconds, but he doesn't say anything. He crosses the wet tile, doesn't slip like Jinki would, and makes to sit on the edge of the tub.
"It's wet."
"Oh." Jonghyun sits anyway, stares at Jinki in a way that makes Jinki think his hair is suddenly the color of Kibum's.
"Um," Jinki tries to say, but Jonghyun cuts him off.
"Jinki," he says and reaches out. His hand slides behind Jinki's neck and Jonghyun's palm is cool against his skin. He tugs Jinki up slightly and Jinki blinks at Jonghyun. Jonghyun blinks back. "Jinki," he tries again, and then he leans forward.
He presses his lips against Jinki's and it's nothing like Jinki expected. It's careful and a little unsure, kind of like when Jonghyun practices his foreign languages and climbs into Jinki's bed after thunderstorms, and Jinki realizes, oh.
Jinki kisses back, one hand gripping the edge of the tub and the other leaving a wet print on Jonghyun's jeans. He feels a smile against his lips and isn't sure how much time passes before Jonghyun pulls away.
"I brought tofu," he informs Jinki, hand still tucked behind Jinki's neck, and his fingers weave into Jinki's hair. "Hurry up or I'll eat all of it."
Jinki ignores the tofu in favor of kissing Jonghyun again, and doesn't mind a bit.