A common interest ties two together 3/?
Jonghyun sighs heavily, and sits down against the dancing mirrors, wiping his sweat with a wet towel. He knew from the minute he was born that he was not the type to pop and lock all over the place. He giggles softly as Minho and Key fooled around with each other infront of him, Key braiding Minho’s long hair and Minho failing to line Key’s eyes with pink eyeliner. Speaking of pink…He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the used lollipop stick he had saved from earlier. Why did he ask that question?? He eyes switchesfrom Minho and Key to the stick. Maybe…maybe Taemin’s…gay? And that’s why Jinki despises him?
“Jjong!” Key’s distinct voice distracts his thoughts. The Diva had already stolen his backpack from his side, and was running cheekily out of the class room with Minho.
He then notices the duo’s bags lying on the floor, and slaps himself for not being mentally alert.
“Yah Choi Minho! Don’t you dare step on my carpet with your shoes!” Key warns as they step into the living room of his apartment.
It was decorated in a simply way; pink and silver wallpaper masking the faces of the walls, a small cozy sequined couch, a couple of photos and paintings, completed with a touch of a series of white spotlights running across the room.
“So Where’s your room?”Minho ask as he looks at Key innocently
The older blushes, and puts Jonghyun’s bag carefully on the sofa before leading the football captain to his secret headquarters.
Jonghyun lunges through the front door after finding the spare key under the door mat, falling face flat onto the mahogany floor in exhaustion. Strangely, the elevator was broken, forcing him to take the stair. The stairs. With Minho and Key’s school books, bag and training kits. I swear I’m gonna kill them two….he promises as he looks around. Strange, Key should be home already. He walks into the narrow hallway leading to the houses’ bedroom. Maybe….He thinks as he twists the metal doorknob open.
Shit.
Key and Minho were engaged in a tight liplock, each ravishing the other just as hungrily, with Minho pinning the Diva down onto his pink sheets, the both of them tugging their clothes off desperately.
Jonghyun clears his throat silently and mumbles a quiet “excuse me.” , closing
the door, and discreetly picking up his backpack, not forgetting to steal a few of Key’s chocolate strawberries before leaving the apartment.
“One, two three four, five six seven eight, Two two three four five six seven eight. From the top!”
Eunhyuk counted as he claps his hands together in time, directing the vocal class into their routine. “Three two three turn! Four five six kneel eight, four two three four bodyroll- JONGHYUN YOU’RE NOT BODY ROLLING!!”
Jonghyun blinks his eyes nervously, trying to keep to the rhythm and moving his body to form a wave. Eunhyuk looked at him in a way that he would look at leftovers, and told the class to take a five minute break.
Jonghyun groans and sinks down to the floor, reaching for his bottle of water. Jinki sits down next to him in a pair of grey sweatpants, obviously trying no to burst out laughing.
“You weren’t that bad Jonghyun.” The older tries to comfort him.
“I sucked!! I can’t even do a wave properly…even you can do- I mean, the whole class has mastered it except for me!!! AND I’ve been practicing for the whole week!”
Jonghyun sighs in dismay. Jinki laughs without hesitating this time, reaching out to
Fluff up the dino’s graduated blonde hair, playing fondly with the tips. Jonghyun smiles at him and leans in, only concentrating on wiping his sweat.
“Jonghyun!” Eunhyuk calls from a corner. He stands up immediately and straightens out his black leggings, shuffling over to Eunhyuk.
“You stay after school to learn the dance thoroughly, okay? Taemin will be helping you, and you in return would give him some tips on refining his singing.” Jonghyun ogled at the teacher, gulping down his spit.
“I-I o-okay….”
Jonghyun taps his feet on the wooden floor of the practice room, staring impatiently at the clock. It was nearly 5, and he had to get home by six. Feeling bored, he started to hum another brown eyed soul song, swaying from side to side and closing his eyes.
“Hi” Jonghyun jumps slightly, shocked to see Taemin this close to him. The younger boy smiled at him, and urged him to warm up his muscles.
“So now we’re going to do the roll.” Taemin says as he gestures to Jonghyun to copy him. “
You need to concentrate your energy at your neck and push it down, okay?’
Jonghyun nods, and tries. The roll was on the verge of becoming a failure.
Taemin slinks behind Jonghyun, whispering into his ear.
“You’ve got to push your energy out from here.” He says at he traces both sides of Jonghyun’s cool neck with his index fingers ‘’Down to there.” Jonghyun shudders when he feels Taemin’s hands running down his body, and hitches his breath as the his left hand winds its way around his waist, the right moving steadily down his thigh.
“T-taemin…Are yousure you’re t-teaching me?” Jonghyun asks in a broken voice as Taemin plants a soft kiss on the back of his neck.
“What else am I doing?”
“I-i…J-jinki!!” Jonghyun springs out of his arms and runs to the door of the practice room, hugging his friend tightly before beaming at him. Taemin bites his lower lip harshly and glares at Jinki, who only replied with a friendly smile before turning his attention back to the man in his arms.
“Jjong, I need to bring Taemin back home now…Do you mind?” Jonghyun looks hesitantly at Taemin, who was already picking up his bags. He pushes past the pair and slams the door shut.
“You should go now Jinki.” Jonghyun says guiltily.
“Thanks Jjong. I’m sorry for my brother.”
The older pats him on the head, and hurries after him.
“You are such a cockblocker dear brother.” Taemin hisses the second they get onto the limo. Jinki smiles and raises his arms in a ‘oh well’ position.
“It wasn’t me who planned for father to come back so soon. I didn’t want you to get too…close with him.”
“You never know.”
The brothers enter the household together, and this time round Taemin places his shoes neatly at the front door. They made their way to the dining room, where a man in his fifties and a beautiful woman in her forties were settling down in front of a table of food.
“Mother, father.” Taemin says.
“Aunt Tiff, father.” Jinki mutters as he sits down onto his chair.
Mr Lee smiles cheerfully at them, placing meat and vegatables into their bowls of rice.
“Jinki, how is school lately?”
Jinki smiles victoriously at Taemin, who sniggered.
“We’re just working on a project for the winter charity show, and I’m learning a dance.”
“A-dance???” Mister Lee laughes and pats him on the shoulder. “Can you handle it? You know that Me and your aunt are going to be watching right?” Jinki nods.
“Well he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself infront of the whole school, father..” Taemin cuts in.
“And singing for the show as well father.” The old man merely acknowledges the fact with a vague ‘mm” and turns back to Jinki. Taemin pouts angrily at his mother, who shakes her head and gives him more meat.
“Taemin-ah, you should take care of your hyung and teach him some moves! You’re in the dance department after all, and we all know how clumsy your brother is.” Mrs Lee says, smirking as she successfully catches her husbands attention.
“Taemin-ah, I’ll count on you to take care of this chicken-reincarnation!”
Taemin grins at his father, and gives him more food, smiling deviously back at Jinki.
“Want some of the minced chicken leg, brother?”
“Jjong!” Key’s distinct voice distracts his thoughts. The Diva had already stolen his backpack from his side, and was running cheekily out of the class room with Minho.
He then notices the duo’s bags lying on the floor, and slaps himself for not being mentally alert.
“Yah Choi Minho! Don’t you dare step on my carpet with your shoes!” Key warns as they step into the living room of his apartment.
It was decorated in a simply way; pink and silver wallpaper masking the faces of the walls, a small cozy sequined couch, a couple of photos and paintings, completed with a touch of a series of white spotlights running across the room.
“So Where’s your room?”Minho ask as he looks at Key innocently
The older blushes, and puts Jonghyun’s bag carefully on the sofa before leading the football captain to his secret headquarters.
Jonghyun lunges through the front door after finding the spare key under the door mat, falling face flat onto the mahogany floor in exhaustion. Strangely, the elevator was broken, forcing him to take the stair. The stairs. With Minho and Key’s school books, bag and training kits. I swear I’m gonna kill them two….he promises as he looks around. Strange, Key should be home already. He walks into the narrow hallway leading to the houses’ bedroom. Maybe….He thinks as he twists the metal doorknob open.
Shit.
Key and Minho were engaged in a tight liplock, each ravishing the other just as hungrily, with Minho pinning the Diva down onto his pink sheets, the both of them tugging their clothes off desperately.
Jonghyun clears his throat silently and mumbles a quiet “excuse me.” , closing
the door, and discreetly picking up his backpack, not forgetting to steal a few of Key’s chocolate strawberries before leaving the apartment.
“One, two three four, five six seven eight, Two two three four five six seven eight. From the top!”
Eunhyuk counted as he claps his hands together in time, directing the vocal class into their routine. “Three two three turn! Four five six kneel eight, four two three four bodyroll- JONGHYUN YOU’RE NOT BODY ROLLING!!”
Jonghyun blinks his eyes nervously, trying to keep to the rhythm and moving his body to form a wave. Eunhyuk looked at him in a way that he would look at leftovers, and told the class to take a five minute break.
Jonghyun groans and sinks down to the floor, reaching for his bottle of water. Jinki sits down next to him in a pair of grey sweatpants, obviously trying no to burst out laughing.
“You weren’t that bad Jonghyun.” The older tries to comfort him.
“I sucked!! I can’t even do a wave properly…even you can do- I mean, the whole class has mastered it except for me!!! AND I’ve been practicing for the whole week!”
Jonghyun sighs in dismay. Jinki laughs without hesitating this time, reaching out to
Fluff up the dino’s graduated blonde hair, playing fondly with the tips. Jonghyun smiles at him and leans in, only concentrating on wiping his sweat.
“Jonghyun!” Eunhyuk calls from a corner. He stands up immediately and straightens out his black leggings, shuffling over to Eunhyuk.
“You stay after school to learn the dance thoroughly, okay? Taemin will be helping you, and you in return would give him some tips on refining his singing.” Jonghyun ogled at the teacher, gulping down his spit.
“I-I o-okay….”
Jonghyun taps his feet on the wooden floor of the practice room, staring impatiently at the clock. It was nearly 5, and he had to get home by six. Feeling bored, he started to hum another brown eyed soul song, swaying from side to side and closing his eyes.
“Hi” Jonghyun jumps slightly, shocked to see Taemin this close to him. The younger boy smiled at him, and urged him to warm up his muscles.
“So now we’re going to do the roll.” Taemin says as he gestures to Jonghyun to copy him. “
You need to concentrate your energy at your neck and push it down, okay?’
Jonghyun nods, and tries. The roll was on the verge of becoming a failure.
Taemin slinks behind Jonghyun, whispering into his ear.
“You’ve got to push your energy out from here.” He says at he traces both sides of Jonghyun’s cool neck with his index fingers ‘’Down to there.” Jonghyun shudders when he feels Taemin’s hands running down his body, and hitches his breath as the his left hand winds its way around his waist, the right moving steadily down his thigh.
“T-taemin…Are yousure you’re t-teaching me?” Jonghyun asks in a broken voice as Taemin plants a soft kiss on the back of his neck.
“What else am I doing?”
“I-i…J-jinki!!” Jonghyun springs out of his arms and runs to the door of the practice room, hugging his friend tightly before beaming at him. Taemin bites his lower lip harshly and glares at Jinki, who only replied with a friendly smile before turning his attention back to the man in his arms.
“Jjong, I need to bring Taemin back home now…Do you mind?” Jonghyun looks hesitantly at Taemin, who was already picking up his bags. He pushes past the pair and slams the door shut.
“You should go now Jinki.” Jonghyun says guiltily.
“Thanks Jjong. I’m sorry for my brother.”
The older pats him on the head, and hurries after him.
“You are such a cockblocker dear brother.” Taemin hisses the second they get onto the limo. Jinki smiles and raises his arms in a ‘oh well’ position.
“It wasn’t me who planned for father to come back so soon. I didn’t want you to get too…close with him.”
“You never know.”
The brothers enter the household together, and this time round Taemin places his shoes neatly at the front door. They made their way to the dining room, where a man in his fifties and a beautiful woman in her forties were settling down in front of a table of food.
“Mother, father.” Taemin says.
“Aunt Tiff, father.” Jinki mutters as he sits down onto his chair.
Mr Lee smiles cheerfully at them, placing meat and vegatables into their bowls of rice.
“Jinki, how is school lately?”
Jinki smiles victoriously at Taemin, who sniggered.
“We’re just working on a project for the winter charity show, and I’m learning a dance.”
“A-dance???” Mister Lee laughes and pats him on the shoulder. “Can you handle it? You know that Me and your aunt are going to be watching right?” Jinki nods.
“Well he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself infront of the whole school, father..” Taemin cuts in.
“And singing for the show as well father.” The old man merely acknowledges the fact with a vague ‘mm” and turns back to Jinki. Taemin pouts angrily at his mother, who shakes her head and gives him more meat.
“Taemin-ah, you should take care of your hyung and teach him some moves! You’re in the dance department after all, and we all know how clumsy your brother is.” Mrs Lee says, smirking as she successfully catches her husbands attention.
“Taemin-ah, I’ll count on you to take care of this chicken-reincarnation!”
Taemin grins at his father, and gives him more food, smiling deviously back at Jinki.
“Want some of the minced chicken leg, brother?”