[One-shot] Best Place
Title: Best Place
Character(s): Onew/Minho
Genre: AU/Fluff
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: After two years, Jinki comes back home for Christmas and doesn't realise that this will be his best Christmas yet.
A/N: idek what this is :|
Jinki likes coming home during Christmas. He likes the way the lights bright up the dark streets. He likes the way the snowflakes falls to the ground silently. He likes the warm atmosphere despite the cold.
But, Jinki thinks as he pulls down the attic ladder, climbing up the steps to enter the small, dusty room, only to squeeze out the window to sit on the roof, there is nothing more Jinki likes than this.
As Jinki settles on the roof, pulling his knees to his chest, he sighs contentedly. The roof has become his sort of haven, a place to escape from his busy life in Seoul. It is where he thinks: Of nothing, and everything. And even though he can be seen, he likes to bask in the idea that it was his secret hide-out, a place only he knows--
"Hyung!"
--except for this boy, who had found his secret long ago.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Jinki knows that voice too well, but it doesn't stop him from looking over his shoulder, smiling brighter than the lights at the figure who had called him.
It was Minho.
Minho, who Jinki notes, has grown since the last time he saw him. His long legs look even longer, face more like a man than a boy, hair tousled and twirled instead of sitting like a bowl on top of his head. The only thing that doesn't change is the smile. The gorgeous, dazzling smile that had always made his heart frantic.
"I immediately came here when I heard you were in town," Minho says, shoes grazing the rough snow on the rooftop. He takes a sit next to Jinki, handing him a mug of hot chocolate. "I bet you didn't even notice me running here, you looked like you were pretty far away in your thoughts."
Jinki grabs the cup and nods, shaking away anything that was on his mind. "Yeah...it's been a while."
"Two years," Minho states firmly, taking a sip of his drink.
"Two years," Jinki echoes, staring into the distance.
They sit in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound coming from their lips slurping the hot chocolate. They didn't need to ask how the other was, didn't need to talk about their lives, because in one way or another they already knew.
Jinki glances at Minho from time to time though, trying to digest the change he sees in the other man. He wonders if he had missed a lot. Two years is a long time. Anything could have happened.
"I'm still the same person, hyung," Minho suddenly voices out, turning his head to look at Jinki. "I just grew a bit bigger, that's all."
It had always fazed Jinki how Minho could read his mind like he was a book. Sometimes, Jinki found it useful; especially during those times when all he could do is stare and gape. But sometimes, it was just unnerving, the way Minho looked at him like he could see straight through his soul, making him blush in embarrassment because he'd been caught staring: Just like now.
"I--I know. I'm j--just trying to let it s--sink in," Jinki stutters, circling his arms around himself and burying half of his face in it, in an attempt to hide his rosy cheeks.
Minho chuckles, low and deep, and oh the sound is so beautiful to Jinki's ears. "I missed you, hyung."
Jinki's heart flutters and he sinks his face further into his body, because he is sure that he looks like a tomato right now. "I missed you, too," he mumbles against his thick coat and he wonders if Minho can even hear him.
His silent question gets answered when Minho shakes his head (and Jinki watches as fragments of his bangs gets into his eyes and he thinks how adorable Minho looks) and smiles amusedly at him. They stare at each other for a long while before a voice that both of them recognises too well makes them jump.
"Hey! You guys are not supposed to eat that! I made those cookies for Juri-ssi's Christmas party!" Kibum screams and whacks both Jonghyun's and Taemin's heads for eating them. The two guys moan in pain and rub the sore spot.
Jinki and Minho bursts out laughing at the scene unfolding down the street and suddenly the three pairs of eyes are on them.
"Oh my God, it's Jinki-hyung!" Taemin is the first one to notice him and he waves one of his hands in the air, the other one holding a box that is dangerously close to falling with the way he's bouncing. "When did you arrive?" he shouts so that Jinki is able to hear him.
"Just a couple hours ago," he yells back and smiles a splitting grin. He realised, only now, that he'd missed them too.
"How come you didn't tell us?" And if Jinki squints hard enough he swears he can see Taemin pout. "We could have picked you up and--" Taemin's voice is cut short by Kibum's hand.
"Yah! Stop screaming at each other, some people are actually trying to sleep!" Kibum says, but he himself is crying out, louder than him and Taemin combined. "We can meet Jinki-hyung tomorrow," he hears, "Now, we have to head to that party."
He can see Taemin's lips moving and looking upset but he can't quite catch what he's saying. Kibum is telling him something as well and he nods, still not looking too happy, but not as dismayed as before.
"Hyung, we're leaving first!" Kibum finally speaks up and the three of them wave at him before walking down the pavement.
Jinki returns the gesture and sighs, a fond smile playing at his lips. "They haven't changed a bit."
Minho nods, agreeing. "Hyung, do you remember that game we used to play?"
"Hm, what game?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
"When we used to watch people from up here, and guess what people down there were saying." Minho grins.
"Ah, yeah!" Jinki laughs, reminiscing the old times. "That was fun."
"Wanna play now?" Minho questions, as a family of five comes down the street. He doesn't wait for Jinki's answer before he's speaking out what he thinks the mother (who is clinging to her husband) is saying--in a bad imitation of a woman's voice. "Oh honey, you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night!"
Jinki almost spurts out the hot chocolate in his mouth, clamping his hands against his lips, shaking from laughter. "That is so not," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "what she said. Nobody flirts in front of their children!"
"Oh yeah?" Minho asks, grinning wide. "Let's see if you can do any better," he challenges.
The older man clears his throat, watching the three children trailing behind their parents. One has headphones on, bobbing her head up and down to whatever music she was listening to. The other was walking quietly, hand tucked in his pockets, looking ahead. And the last one, a girl around the age of twelve, was busy on her phone, flailing her free arm around. Jinki's lips twitch, voice turning squeaky. "Ehmagawd, did you hear the latest gossip? She was like, yeah and he was like, no way and she was like yes way!"
Minho threw his head back, cracking up and clutching onto his stomach. "Not bad, but I still think mine was better."
"You, my friend, are still as competitive as ever." Jinki smiles, coming down from his high, gazing after the family. His thoughts were beginning to stray again, until Minho poked his side, gaining his attention.
"Hey look." The tall man pointed using his chin and automatically, Jinki's eyes wandered towards the direction shown. Two men were passing by wearing thick black coats, faces and hair covered by their hoodies, looking like thugs.
"Yo, yo, yo tonight I'mma rob some people," Minho immediately starts, voice deep, hands gesturing wildly like that of a rapper.
Jinki tries to contain his laughter, continuing, "I'mma get myself some bling bling!"
"Yo we cool man, we cool." Minho raises his hand for a high-five. When Jinki returns the gesture Minho grabs his hand and they end up chortling, clinging onto each other as their bodies tremble with amusement. They laugh and laugh and laugh until their stomachs hurt and tears start pooling in the corner of their eyes.
Jinki loves moments like these, wishing he could keep them locked away in a jar so he could relive and replay them again whenever he wanted to. He would be happy all the time.
As the two men regain their composure, they untangle themselves from each other, rubbing their eyes. Their faces are flushed and numb from laughing too much, from the biting cold but that doesn't falter their smiles. They simply stare at each other, hearts beating erratically.
They're so caught up in their own world, so caught up in each other that it takes Jinki a few minutes to become aware that Minho's hand is still twirled around his. His cheeks heat up at the sudden realisation and he's quick to pull away but Minho is faster and he grasps his hold on Jinki tighter, not letting him go.
Minho looks at Jinki seriously, eyes soft. "Hyung."
Jinki doesn't say anything. He's frozen on the spot, lost in Minho's large, warm eyes. He can see so much emotions and Jinki wonders if those are Minho's or a reflection of his own.
Or maybe...it was a mixture of both.
Minho shifts, and Jinki still doesn't move. He comes closer, and closer, and closer until their faces are a hair apart. They're so close that their breaths were practically from the same air, mingling and escaping in puffs of white.
There's hesitation. Minho rubs his nose against Jinki's to test the water and they gasp, the tingling sensation so strong that it causes them to shiver. He then raises up his free hand, slowly stroking Jinki's burning cheek, the older man shutting his eyes and leaning into the touch. They stay like that for a while, drowning in the feelings flurrying between them.
And then, they kiss.
A series of chemical reactions go on inside Jinki: His brain stops, his stomach flutters, his toes curl, his spine electrifies, his body heats up from the rush of adrenaline. Minho's lips are chapped from the cold, dry and rough and it grazes against Jinki's plush ones. It's all so cliché but...
But it's perfect.
Jinki's hand find its way behind Minho's neck and he pulls the man nearer, tangling his fingers around the hair by Minho's nape. Their tongues dance, awkward and sloppy at first, but then they both find a rhythm they can accustom to.
When they pull away (lips red and slick) they smile at each other. There's no need for loud professions of love, there's no need for confessions because they understand each other and they already know that this thing they have between them isn't ordinary, it's almost...magical.
Minho stands up, taking Jinki and the cups with him. He steals a quick peck and Jinki giggles, happily following Minho through the window and down the stairs.
Jinki likes coming home, because at home, there's always Minho.
fin.
Best place is my favourite song 8D! This is me, trying to get rid of writers block. Tbh, idek what I wrote lol it's a mess. It was supposed to be less than 1000 words but idk my brain likes to elongate stuff :| And the imitations are me trying to be funny which probably fails and nobody laughed because my humour is weird and dry D: I'm sorry ;~; Anw, I rant too much. Uhm, enjoy? Constructive criticisms are welcome :D
Oh and I kind of need more SHINee friends. Anyone? 8D
Character(s): Onew/Minho
Genre: AU/Fluff
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: After two years, Jinki comes back home for Christmas and doesn't realise that this will be his best Christmas yet.
A/N: idek what this is :|
Jinki likes coming home during Christmas. He likes the way the lights bright up the dark streets. He likes the way the snowflakes falls to the ground silently. He likes the warm atmosphere despite the cold.
But, Jinki thinks as he pulls down the attic ladder, climbing up the steps to enter the small, dusty room, only to squeeze out the window to sit on the roof, there is nothing more Jinki likes than this.
As Jinki settles on the roof, pulling his knees to his chest, he sighs contentedly. The roof has become his sort of haven, a place to escape from his busy life in Seoul. It is where he thinks: Of nothing, and everything. And even though he can be seen, he likes to bask in the idea that it was his secret hide-out, a place only he knows--
"Hyung!"
--except for this boy, who had found his secret long ago.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Jinki knows that voice too well, but it doesn't stop him from looking over his shoulder, smiling brighter than the lights at the figure who had called him.
It was Minho.
Minho, who Jinki notes, has grown since the last time he saw him. His long legs look even longer, face more like a man than a boy, hair tousled and twirled instead of sitting like a bowl on top of his head. The only thing that doesn't change is the smile. The gorgeous, dazzling smile that had always made his heart frantic.
"I immediately came here when I heard you were in town," Minho says, shoes grazing the rough snow on the rooftop. He takes a sit next to Jinki, handing him a mug of hot chocolate. "I bet you didn't even notice me running here, you looked like you were pretty far away in your thoughts."
Jinki grabs the cup and nods, shaking away anything that was on his mind. "Yeah...it's been a while."
"Two years," Minho states firmly, taking a sip of his drink.
"Two years," Jinki echoes, staring into the distance.
They sit in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound coming from their lips slurping the hot chocolate. They didn't need to ask how the other was, didn't need to talk about their lives, because in one way or another they already knew.
Jinki glances at Minho from time to time though, trying to digest the change he sees in the other man. He wonders if he had missed a lot. Two years is a long time. Anything could have happened.
"I'm still the same person, hyung," Minho suddenly voices out, turning his head to look at Jinki. "I just grew a bit bigger, that's all."
It had always fazed Jinki how Minho could read his mind like he was a book. Sometimes, Jinki found it useful; especially during those times when all he could do is stare and gape. But sometimes, it was just unnerving, the way Minho looked at him like he could see straight through his soul, making him blush in embarrassment because he'd been caught staring: Just like now.
"I--I know. I'm j--just trying to let it s--sink in," Jinki stutters, circling his arms around himself and burying half of his face in it, in an attempt to hide his rosy cheeks.
Minho chuckles, low and deep, and oh the sound is so beautiful to Jinki's ears. "I missed you, hyung."
Jinki's heart flutters and he sinks his face further into his body, because he is sure that he looks like a tomato right now. "I missed you, too," he mumbles against his thick coat and he wonders if Minho can even hear him.
His silent question gets answered when Minho shakes his head (and Jinki watches as fragments of his bangs gets into his eyes and he thinks how adorable Minho looks) and smiles amusedly at him. They stare at each other for a long while before a voice that both of them recognises too well makes them jump.
"Hey! You guys are not supposed to eat that! I made those cookies for Juri-ssi's Christmas party!" Kibum screams and whacks both Jonghyun's and Taemin's heads for eating them. The two guys moan in pain and rub the sore spot.
Jinki and Minho bursts out laughing at the scene unfolding down the street and suddenly the three pairs of eyes are on them.
"Oh my God, it's Jinki-hyung!" Taemin is the first one to notice him and he waves one of his hands in the air, the other one holding a box that is dangerously close to falling with the way he's bouncing. "When did you arrive?" he shouts so that Jinki is able to hear him.
"Just a couple hours ago," he yells back and smiles a splitting grin. He realised, only now, that he'd missed them too.
"How come you didn't tell us?" And if Jinki squints hard enough he swears he can see Taemin pout. "We could have picked you up and--" Taemin's voice is cut short by Kibum's hand.
"Yah! Stop screaming at each other, some people are actually trying to sleep!" Kibum says, but he himself is crying out, louder than him and Taemin combined. "We can meet Jinki-hyung tomorrow," he hears, "Now, we have to head to that party."
He can see Taemin's lips moving and looking upset but he can't quite catch what he's saying. Kibum is telling him something as well and he nods, still not looking too happy, but not as dismayed as before.
"Hyung, we're leaving first!" Kibum finally speaks up and the three of them wave at him before walking down the pavement.
Jinki returns the gesture and sighs, a fond smile playing at his lips. "They haven't changed a bit."
Minho nods, agreeing. "Hyung, do you remember that game we used to play?"
"Hm, what game?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
"When we used to watch people from up here, and guess what people down there were saying." Minho grins.
"Ah, yeah!" Jinki laughs, reminiscing the old times. "That was fun."
"Wanna play now?" Minho questions, as a family of five comes down the street. He doesn't wait for Jinki's answer before he's speaking out what he thinks the mother (who is clinging to her husband) is saying--in a bad imitation of a woman's voice. "Oh honey, you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night!"
Jinki almost spurts out the hot chocolate in his mouth, clamping his hands against his lips, shaking from laughter. "That is so not," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "what she said. Nobody flirts in front of their children!"
"Oh yeah?" Minho asks, grinning wide. "Let's see if you can do any better," he challenges.
The older man clears his throat, watching the three children trailing behind their parents. One has headphones on, bobbing her head up and down to whatever music she was listening to. The other was walking quietly, hand tucked in his pockets, looking ahead. And the last one, a girl around the age of twelve, was busy on her phone, flailing her free arm around. Jinki's lips twitch, voice turning squeaky. "Ehmagawd, did you hear the latest gossip? She was like, yeah and he was like, no way and she was like yes way!"
Minho threw his head back, cracking up and clutching onto his stomach. "Not bad, but I still think mine was better."
"You, my friend, are still as competitive as ever." Jinki smiles, coming down from his high, gazing after the family. His thoughts were beginning to stray again, until Minho poked his side, gaining his attention.
"Hey look." The tall man pointed using his chin and automatically, Jinki's eyes wandered towards the direction shown. Two men were passing by wearing thick black coats, faces and hair covered by their hoodies, looking like thugs.
"Yo, yo, yo tonight I'mma rob some people," Minho immediately starts, voice deep, hands gesturing wildly like that of a rapper.
Jinki tries to contain his laughter, continuing, "I'mma get myself some bling bling!"
"Yo we cool man, we cool." Minho raises his hand for a high-five. When Jinki returns the gesture Minho grabs his hand and they end up chortling, clinging onto each other as their bodies tremble with amusement. They laugh and laugh and laugh until their stomachs hurt and tears start pooling in the corner of their eyes.
Jinki loves moments like these, wishing he could keep them locked away in a jar so he could relive and replay them again whenever he wanted to. He would be happy all the time.
As the two men regain their composure, they untangle themselves from each other, rubbing their eyes. Their faces are flushed and numb from laughing too much, from the biting cold but that doesn't falter their smiles. They simply stare at each other, hearts beating erratically.
They're so caught up in their own world, so caught up in each other that it takes Jinki a few minutes to become aware that Minho's hand is still twirled around his. His cheeks heat up at the sudden realisation and he's quick to pull away but Minho is faster and he grasps his hold on Jinki tighter, not letting him go.
Minho looks at Jinki seriously, eyes soft. "Hyung."
Jinki doesn't say anything. He's frozen on the spot, lost in Minho's large, warm eyes. He can see so much emotions and Jinki wonders if those are Minho's or a reflection of his own.
Or maybe...it was a mixture of both.
Minho shifts, and Jinki still doesn't move. He comes closer, and closer, and closer until their faces are a hair apart. They're so close that their breaths were practically from the same air, mingling and escaping in puffs of white.
There's hesitation. Minho rubs his nose against Jinki's to test the water and they gasp, the tingling sensation so strong that it causes them to shiver. He then raises up his free hand, slowly stroking Jinki's burning cheek, the older man shutting his eyes and leaning into the touch. They stay like that for a while, drowning in the feelings flurrying between them.
And then, they kiss.
A series of chemical reactions go on inside Jinki: His brain stops, his stomach flutters, his toes curl, his spine electrifies, his body heats up from the rush of adrenaline. Minho's lips are chapped from the cold, dry and rough and it grazes against Jinki's plush ones. It's all so cliché but...
But it's perfect.
Jinki's hand find its way behind Minho's neck and he pulls the man nearer, tangling his fingers around the hair by Minho's nape. Their tongues dance, awkward and sloppy at first, but then they both find a rhythm they can accustom to.
When they pull away (lips red and slick) they smile at each other. There's no need for loud professions of love, there's no need for confessions because they understand each other and they already know that this thing they have between them isn't ordinary, it's almost...magical.
Minho stands up, taking Jinki and the cups with him. He steals a quick peck and Jinki giggles, happily following Minho through the window and down the stairs.
Jinki likes coming home, because at home, there's always Minho.
fin.
Best place is my favourite song 8D! This is me, trying to get rid of writers block. Tbh, idek what I wrote lol it's a mess. It was supposed to be less than 1000 words but idk my brain likes to elongate stuff :| And the imitations are me trying to be funny which probably fails and nobody laughed because my humour is weird and dry D: I'm sorry ;~; Anw, I rant too much. Uhm, enjoy? Constructive criticisms are welcome :D
Oh and I kind of need more SHINee friends. Anyone? 8D