Pocky Game (Minho/Onew)
Okay.... Hi everyone, I have no idea if anyone still really reads or writes SHINee fanfics, but I know I do (sorry for all the silent stalking of great fanfic authors around lj recently) and I have written both short/long stories and fanfictions before, but never posted to LiveJournal. I've been reading stuff on here for a while, though.... And this is a fun website for making blogs. *grins*
And yes, I know I'm a terrible writer, but I love writing and you don't have to read it. It's just there for the rare occasion that someone may want read my terrible stories, fanfictions or whatever, for whatever reason I cannot fathom.
And I swear that this just tapered off... I'm sorry..... If it disappoints you please tell me lol
Obviously un-beta ed, since no one here knows me :)
Pairing: Minho x Onew
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: if I owned these boys then... *stops train of thought*
Word count: 1368w (though I don't think anyone really cares about this journal anyway)
This was to be expected. All that joking around with each other on stage - they were all used to it, and Minho had already learned to quench any sort of nervousness or other strange feelings when he hugged Jinki-hyun or pretended to kiss Jonghyun or discreetly touch Kibum or Taemin when he knew fans would be looking. It was what attracted them to a lot of fans, and his bandmates knew that too. But it was always harder when Jinki would turn around with that dazzling bright smile of his, that happy smile that was a packaged deal with his hyun's beautiful, cheerful personality, warm heart and clumsy but endearing ways. It was always harder when he surprised Jinki with a powerful back hug - for fanservice, of course - and spun him around to see his face full of shock then embarrassment and his eyes turned up to look at his face in that shy, irresistible way. So, this was to be expected. Minho's heart thudded with nervousness when the show they had been on, of all things, wanted them to do the pocky game. And guess who was nominated?
"Onew - Onew-hyun should do it with Minho," said Jonghyun with a smirk that only Minho understood. He had never told anyone about this strange feeling whenever he played around with his hyun on stage, but surprisingly Jonghyun had noticed. Jonghyun, of all people - the one that was always clueless and always stupidly annoying without knowing it. Of course, it wasn't like Jinki's clumsiness at all. Jinki was different, he was always really cute when he made silly little mistakes. Minho mentally slapped himself for his distracted thoughts, and woke to a mass of voices laughing and urging Minho to get up. He glanced up, and saw his hyun already standing in the middle of the floor, looking slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable to be his partner in this game. Minho wondered if he didn't want to do something like this with him, then told himself that obviously his hyun would be uncomfortable with this. He probably would hate to kiss him. Minho made a mental note to stop at the right time. But he couldn't help a little fan-service, could he?
Jinki smiled shyly and picked up the thin, strawberry pocky handed to him and grinned, embarrassed, at Minho, with a small duck of his head. He heard the girls in the audience scream, and sighed mentally. Forcing his lips up in a bright smile of his own, he saw with a slight unsettledness that his hyun's wavered slightly in return. Did he hate the thought of kissing him that much? With a mild churning in his gut, Minho decided he would tease his hyun a little bit. Fan-service, of course.
He walked over and in one smooth move plucked the pocky from Jinki's fingers, gently laid his hand on his shoulder away from the audience's side and put the thin stick on his hyun's bottom lip, holding the other end close to his own. Of course, their faces were quite close by this time, and Minho had the satisfaction of feeling Jinki's body seize up automatically and seeing his eyes widen and his face flush with embarrassment close up. The audience went crazy, and he ignored a faint snort from Jonghyun and muffled laughter from Kibum.
"Sorry, Onew-hyun - do it for the fans, okay?" he whispered, smiling, making sure his voice sounded low and lazy.
~*~
Jinki did not know what to think, feel, or do with the limbs that felt like they were useless parts of his body that did nothing but make him look nervous. Minho had been chosen, but who's going to be his partner? Though he didn't want to do it because somehow it made his heart feel like it was pushing itself up towards his throat, he didn't think he would like seeing any of the others being kissed by Minho either. He shook himself, refusing to let himself think any further.
He almost shot up from his seat when he heard Jonghyun volunteer him, and nearly tripped walking forwards. For some reason, he couldn't push down an uncomfortable feeling of butterflies twisting through his stomach. Minho wouldn't want to kiss him... right?
When Minho stood up and smiled at him, Jinki felt slightly unsettled - it was definitely one of his famous, intensely-practiced fake smiles filled with brightly shining charisma. Did he really dislike the thought of kissing him that much? He nearly hit himself as he realised what he was thinking - he didn't want to kiss Minho! Of course not! He was just a bandmate, like Jonghyun, Kibum or the cute but sly Taemin. He was just glad that he wasn't on the receiving end of some of the youngest's stares, always directed at their unassuming Bling-Bling. He seemed to be the only one that noticed them, and to see the hunger sometimes flashing through his steady gaze. He had decided to keep quiet - as leader, he would only interfere if necessary, if Taemin made a move on the older man.
As Minho walked towards him, he gulped quietly, hoping the other wouldn't notice, and completely froze when the younger man smoothly did something to him that ended up with his body uncomfortably close to his and their noses almost touching. He almost lost it when Minho's words curled against his ear and neck - he never knew he was that sensitive there until now. Or was it only because of Minho, and the way his voice sounded so low and seductive and-
Jinki desperately tried to blink back tears of humiliation, and berated himself on how easily the younger had unwound him on stage. He felt rather than heard the soft chuckle humming through his hair, and shivered slightly as cold air pressed against his neck where Minho's warm breath had touched. He curled his toes in his shoes, and silently told himself he would make sure their lips didn't touch. Even if Minho had said 'do it for the fans'.... Wait... What did he mean by-
~*~
Minho didn't bother giving his hyun time to calm down. Biting down into the pocky, his hands automatically going up to cup around the shorter man's face and neck, he felt Jinki's entire body tense up even more than before, the vein in his neck throbbing at an alarming pace under his right hand. Huh, he was that nervous... how cute. Fighting the urge to lick his lips, he slowly slid a length of the pocky between them, closing the gap between their lips. Jinki's eyes widened almost comically as he focused on the chocolate-covered stick that was decreasing at a pace much more rapidly than he would have liked, his lips completely frozen in place. Somewhere, Minho could hear the fans screaming at what would probably appear to be a sly, sexy Flaming Charisma slowly about to ravish his clumsy and innocent Sangtae hyun - which probably wasn't too far from the truth either, if he were to be honest.
He glanced down at his hyun's face.
And damn. Damn it all.
He brushed his lips against Jinki's.
~*~
Jinki's eyes were screwed tightly shut, much too embarrassed to do anything else. He silently begged the gods to spare him from this - as much as his heart was trying to escape from the confines of his almost-relenting ribcage, his dongsaeng was probably just messing with him, and he did say to, what, do it for the-
Skin. Lips. On his. Lips. On his lips. Lips, on his...
He snapped his eyes open in shock and mortification, then immediately wanted to close them again. Minho's hooded eyes were looking down between them, and he was so close the tips of their eyelashes were practically holding hands. And the thing on his lips....
Oh god.
Oh god, no, please no, Minho-
A kiss.
That was what it was.
A slight crunch was heard, and Jinki could breathe again, after his chest was pretty much exploding after Minho's little smile curving around their split-second kiss.
Their first kiss.
And Jinki groaned as he realised-
The whole world saw it.
Was that your deceleration, Minho?
And yes, I know I'm a terrible writer, but I love writing and you don't have to read it. It's just there for the rare occasion that someone may want read my terrible stories, fanfictions or whatever, for whatever reason I cannot fathom.
And I swear that this just tapered off... I'm sorry..... If it disappoints you please tell me lol
Obviously un-beta ed, since no one here knows me :)
Pairing: Minho x Onew
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: if I owned these boys then... *stops train of thought*
Word count: 1368w (though I don't think anyone really cares about this journal anyway)
This was to be expected. All that joking around with each other on stage - they were all used to it, and Minho had already learned to quench any sort of nervousness or other strange feelings when he hugged Jinki-hyun or pretended to kiss Jonghyun or discreetly touch Kibum or Taemin when he knew fans would be looking. It was what attracted them to a lot of fans, and his bandmates knew that too. But it was always harder when Jinki would turn around with that dazzling bright smile of his, that happy smile that was a packaged deal with his hyun's beautiful, cheerful personality, warm heart and clumsy but endearing ways. It was always harder when he surprised Jinki with a powerful back hug - for fanservice, of course - and spun him around to see his face full of shock then embarrassment and his eyes turned up to look at his face in that shy, irresistible way. So, this was to be expected. Minho's heart thudded with nervousness when the show they had been on, of all things, wanted them to do the pocky game. And guess who was nominated?
"Onew - Onew-hyun should do it with Minho," said Jonghyun with a smirk that only Minho understood. He had never told anyone about this strange feeling whenever he played around with his hyun on stage, but surprisingly Jonghyun had noticed. Jonghyun, of all people - the one that was always clueless and always stupidly annoying without knowing it. Of course, it wasn't like Jinki's clumsiness at all. Jinki was different, he was always really cute when he made silly little mistakes. Minho mentally slapped himself for his distracted thoughts, and woke to a mass of voices laughing and urging Minho to get up. He glanced up, and saw his hyun already standing in the middle of the floor, looking slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable to be his partner in this game. Minho wondered if he didn't want to do something like this with him, then told himself that obviously his hyun would be uncomfortable with this. He probably would hate to kiss him. Minho made a mental note to stop at the right time. But he couldn't help a little fan-service, could he?
Jinki smiled shyly and picked up the thin, strawberry pocky handed to him and grinned, embarrassed, at Minho, with a small duck of his head. He heard the girls in the audience scream, and sighed mentally. Forcing his lips up in a bright smile of his own, he saw with a slight unsettledness that his hyun's wavered slightly in return. Did he hate the thought of kissing him that much? With a mild churning in his gut, Minho decided he would tease his hyun a little bit. Fan-service, of course.
He walked over and in one smooth move plucked the pocky from Jinki's fingers, gently laid his hand on his shoulder away from the audience's side and put the thin stick on his hyun's bottom lip, holding the other end close to his own. Of course, their faces were quite close by this time, and Minho had the satisfaction of feeling Jinki's body seize up automatically and seeing his eyes widen and his face flush with embarrassment close up. The audience went crazy, and he ignored a faint snort from Jonghyun and muffled laughter from Kibum.
"Sorry, Onew-hyun - do it for the fans, okay?" he whispered, smiling, making sure his voice sounded low and lazy.
~*~
Jinki did not know what to think, feel, or do with the limbs that felt like they were useless parts of his body that did nothing but make him look nervous. Minho had been chosen, but who's going to be his partner? Though he didn't want to do it because somehow it made his heart feel like it was pushing itself up towards his throat, he didn't think he would like seeing any of the others being kissed by Minho either. He shook himself, refusing to let himself think any further.
He almost shot up from his seat when he heard Jonghyun volunteer him, and nearly tripped walking forwards. For some reason, he couldn't push down an uncomfortable feeling of butterflies twisting through his stomach. Minho wouldn't want to kiss him... right?
When Minho stood up and smiled at him, Jinki felt slightly unsettled - it was definitely one of his famous, intensely-practiced fake smiles filled with brightly shining charisma. Did he really dislike the thought of kissing him that much? He nearly hit himself as he realised what he was thinking - he didn't want to kiss Minho! Of course not! He was just a bandmate, like Jonghyun, Kibum or the cute but sly Taemin. He was just glad that he wasn't on the receiving end of some of the youngest's stares, always directed at their unassuming Bling-Bling. He seemed to be the only one that noticed them, and to see the hunger sometimes flashing through his steady gaze. He had decided to keep quiet - as leader, he would only interfere if necessary, if Taemin made a move on the older man.
As Minho walked towards him, he gulped quietly, hoping the other wouldn't notice, and completely froze when the younger man smoothly did something to him that ended up with his body uncomfortably close to his and their noses almost touching. He almost lost it when Minho's words curled against his ear and neck - he never knew he was that sensitive there until now. Or was it only because of Minho, and the way his voice sounded so low and seductive and-
Jinki desperately tried to blink back tears of humiliation, and berated himself on how easily the younger had unwound him on stage. He felt rather than heard the soft chuckle humming through his hair, and shivered slightly as cold air pressed against his neck where Minho's warm breath had touched. He curled his toes in his shoes, and silently told himself he would make sure their lips didn't touch. Even if Minho had said 'do it for the fans'.... Wait... What did he mean by-
~*~
Minho didn't bother giving his hyun time to calm down. Biting down into the pocky, his hands automatically going up to cup around the shorter man's face and neck, he felt Jinki's entire body tense up even more than before, the vein in his neck throbbing at an alarming pace under his right hand. Huh, he was that nervous... how cute. Fighting the urge to lick his lips, he slowly slid a length of the pocky between them, closing the gap between their lips. Jinki's eyes widened almost comically as he focused on the chocolate-covered stick that was decreasing at a pace much more rapidly than he would have liked, his lips completely frozen in place. Somewhere, Minho could hear the fans screaming at what would probably appear to be a sly, sexy Flaming Charisma slowly about to ravish his clumsy and innocent Sangtae hyun - which probably wasn't too far from the truth either, if he were to be honest.
He glanced down at his hyun's face.
And damn. Damn it all.
He brushed his lips against Jinki's.
~*~
Jinki's eyes were screwed tightly shut, much too embarrassed to do anything else. He silently begged the gods to spare him from this - as much as his heart was trying to escape from the confines of his almost-relenting ribcage, his dongsaeng was probably just messing with him, and he did say to, what, do it for the-
Skin. Lips. On his. Lips. On his lips. Lips, on his...
He snapped his eyes open in shock and mortification, then immediately wanted to close them again. Minho's hooded eyes were looking down between them, and he was so close the tips of their eyelashes were practically holding hands. And the thing on his lips....
Oh god.
Oh god, no, please no, Minho-
A kiss.
That was what it was.
A slight crunch was heard, and Jinki could breathe again, after his chest was pretty much exploding after Minho's little smile curving around their split-second kiss.
Their first kiss.
And Jinki groaned as he realised-
The whole world saw it.
Was that your deceleration, Minho?