jongyu; aerosol spray
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:54:01 UTC
“Are you ashamed of me, Jinki?” Jonghyun asks, feet tucked under his legs, stomach warm in the summer heat.
Jinki’s head snaps up so fast Jonghyun’s pretty sure he got whiplash, but, right now, he needs an answer to his question. “No! No, of course not,” Jinki replies vehemently, before going back to stuffing the sheets to the bottom of the laundry basket.
Jonghyun hums, crossing his arms. “Then why can’t I tell anyone about us?” It’s been a bit of a sore point between the two of them.
“We’ve had this conversation before, Jjong,” Jinki says with a sigh. “We can’t risk our idol image.”
“What about Kibum, Minho and Taemin, then?” Jonghyun presses. “It’s not like they would jeopardize our idol status.”
Jinki frowns. “They wouldn’t understand. They’re too young.”
“They’re only a year or so younger than me, hyung,” Jonghyun counters.
“Just. Jonghyun. Please? Please can we not talk about this right now? They’ll be home soon, and the room still smells like sex. Go get the Febreeze.”
Jonghyun huffs before doing as he’s told. There are tears in Jinki’s eyes and desperation on his face. He always gets nervous when they have this talk. But Jonghyun’s willing to let it slide this time.
He starts hunting through the bathroom cabinet for the aerosol spray.
Jinki’s head snaps up so fast Jonghyun’s pretty sure he got whiplash, but, right now, he needs an answer to his question. “No! No, of course not,” Jinki replies vehemently, before going back to stuffing the sheets to the bottom of the laundry basket.
Jonghyun hums, crossing his arms. “Then why can’t I tell anyone about us?” It’s been a bit of a sore point between the two of them.
“We’ve had this conversation before, Jjong,” Jinki says with a sigh. “We can’t risk our idol image.”
“What about Kibum, Minho and Taemin, then?” Jonghyun presses. “It’s not like they would jeopardize our idol status.”
Jinki frowns. “They wouldn’t understand. They’re too young.”
“They’re only a year or so younger than me, hyung,” Jonghyun counters.
“Just. Jonghyun. Please? Please can we not talk about this right now? They’ll be home soon, and the room still smells like sex. Go get the Febreeze.”
Jonghyun huffs before doing as he’s told. There are tears in Jinki’s eyes and desperation on his face. He always gets nervous when they have this talk. But Jonghyun’s willing to let it slide this time.
He starts hunting through the bathroom cabinet for the aerosol spray.
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