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jonghyun/minho
yes i know it's dumb for anon with armpits prompt | original post
minho gets him into a headlock during an impromptu wrestling match and it pretty much figures that minho has the perfect height-lankiness-sneaky bastard ratio to effortlessly wedge jonghyun's neck between his armpit and elbow within seconds. jonghyun flails his arms to try and make contact with some more vulnerable parts of minho, maybe pull down his pants or something, but minho is good at keeping his lower body away from jonghyun's hands.
they stay stalemated for a good minute as minho tries to ease jonghyun into unconditional surrender with a low, steady voice.
"stop struggling, hyung."
"NO. NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT." jonghyun splutters out as he tries to twist out of minho's death grip. he twists his head upwards to meet minho's gaze and to let him know that he isn't going to win so easily.
as he turns his head, jonghyun's nose brushes the seam of minho's t-shirt against his armpit and it's warm, like laundry detergent and the peppery, sweaty smell of boy. it's kind of gross too, but it's smells so much like minho that jonghyun immediately stops struggling and tries to stealthily breathe in a little deeper.
"hyung?" minho looks down at him confused, his eyes wide and his mouth open. there are little beads of perspiration on his upper lip, and jonghyun feels something creep down his spine when the warmth of minho's breath hits his cheek.
minho's grip loosens and jonghyun only waits another beat before he pushes minho away, mumbling,
"fine, okay. you win."
244; g
jonghyun/minho
yes i know it's dumb for anon with armpits prompt | original post
minho gets him into a headlock during an impromptu wrestling match and it pretty much figures that minho has the perfect height-lankiness-sneaky bastard ratio to effortlessly wedge jonghyun's neck between his armpit and elbow within seconds. jonghyun flails his arms to try and make contact with some more vulnerable parts of minho, maybe pull down his pants or something, but minho is good at keeping his lower body away from jonghyun's hands.
they stay stalemated for a good minute as minho tries to ease jonghyun into unconditional surrender with a low, steady voice.
"stop struggling, hyung."
"NO. NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT." jonghyun splutters out as he tries to twist out of minho's death grip. he twists his head upwards to meet minho's gaze and to let him know that he isn't going to win so easily.
as he turns his head, jonghyun's nose brushes the seam of minho's t-shirt against his armpit and it's warm, like laundry detergent and the peppery, sweaty smell of boy. it's kind of gross too, but it's smells so much like minho that jonghyun immediately stops struggling and tries to stealthily breathe in a little deeper.
"hyung?" minho looks down at him confused, his eyes wide and his mouth open. there are little beads of perspiration on his upper lip, and jonghyun feels something creep down his spine when the warmth of minho's breath hits his cheek.
minho's grip loosens and jonghyun only waits another beat before he pushes minho away, mumbling,
"fine, okay. you win."