everyday i derp, derp
everyday i derp, derp
pg, jongyu, romance/crack
you can be the shoes and i could be the laces,
you could be the heart that i spill on the pages.
an; birthday fic for plenty8 happy belated birthday, anna! i hope you like this ♥ i know this isn't exactly following the prompt you gave me ;_; & this is obviously inspired by the idol sports day and the lack of jongyu interactions lately /sobs i need my otp sfkjkald
There weren’t many things that Jinki disliked. In fact, he liked many things, many more things than Kibum would have liked; he was just that kind of a person. However, his list of things-I-don’t-like was growing, thanks to a certain Kim Jonghyun. The idiot with a white towel wrapped stupidly around his head, sometimes looking like a nun. The idiot who flirted interacted with everyone else but him, he thought, as he sat alone on the field, stabbing the grass and dirt with the handle of his umbrella.
After minutes of stabbing uselessly at the ground, he looks up and his eyes searches for Jonghyun. They immediately narrow as he sees him and Taemin under a tent, sitting next to each other. He scowls when he starts applying sunscreen on the youngest. Jinki watches with widening eyes as Jonghyun’s hand travels under the collar of Taemin’s shirt, front and back. He pouts and pokes at his own skin on this arm, I need sunscreen too.
He looks up again, this time with renewed envy, which fades away pretty quickly when he sees what the other two band members are doing now. He watches with amusement and shock (but mostly amusement) as Taemin clips away at Jonghyun’s hopelessly hairy legs with a pair of scissors that he got from who knows where. He looks down on his legs, grateful they weren’t as bad as Jonghyun’s, but if anyone asked, Jinki wouldn’t mind clipping Jonghyun’s hair for him, no matter how disturbing/creepy/desperate that sounded. He shakes his head from left to right before hiding himself under his umbrella again; earning a wave of squeals and screams from the fans. He just wanted to do something, anything with Jonghyun.
As Idol derp day goes on, Jinki notices that Jonghyun had not participated in one event. He just sat there, ate, fanned, and trimmed the hair on his legs. The only time Jinki had been kind of happy (but not really) was when Key left Jonghyun for Woohyun. Jinki remembers thinking, Ha, serves him right. And he even smiled a little, but then he realized that didn’t make any difference for himself or anybody else.
He was alone again in the field, playing with his phone and he wonders if any fans would capture a picture of him and his phone floating as he playfully tosses his phone in the air. Jinki sighs as he supports himself on his elbows and unlocks his phone, waiting for a call or a text from Jonghyun (if he even remembered his existence). His thoughts get interrupted when a shadow looms over him, blocking the sunlight.
“What cha doing?” Minho asks, as he leans down, putting himself on top of Jinki. He stays there until Jinki nudges him off and he slides down and lies next to Jinki instead, arm thrown over his hyung’s shoulder, their hips touching.
“Nothing, just waiting,” Jinki replies, voice tired, fingers pressing random buttons on his phone out of frustration.
“Oh, okay, then I’ll wait with you,” Minho says, surprising Jinki. Seconds tick by before a wonderful idea pops into Jinki’s mind. He remembers all the fan service Jonghyun and Minho had given the fans over the course of the month and he frowns slightly when the image of Jonghyun kissing Minho during rehearsal resurfaces and takes over his mind. He had confronted Jonghyun that night back at the dorm, to which the younger just replied, it was just an accident, and the fans loved it, maybe we'll do it again, he even gave Jinki a peck on the lips before skipping off to the bedroom. Jinki mentally slaps himself because he was too dazed to say anything else.
Minho looks at his hyung weirdly when Jinki shuffles impossibly closer to him, making him slightly uncomfortable. Jinki looks back at him, all smiles and sunshine and Minho knows that look. So he plays along.
“Hyung, I know what you’re doing,” he says quietly, even though the people around them were too busy to notice or hear them. He chuckles when Jinki gives him a startled look.
“But I’ll play along because I’m such a wonderful band mate.”
And so begins the flirting between Lee Jinki and Choi Minho.
They giggle over Jinki’s phone, shoulders and hips still touching, and he really wishes Jonghyun can see this and makes it up to him asap because, well, that’s the whole point. Also, for the fact that Minho had the derpiest derp faces. Jinki cracked a joke and Minho laughed like a strangled, obese dog. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Minho and that will never change, but that face was just a tad bit creepy.
He was just about to text Jonghyun about Minho’s derp when he stopped himself halfway, realizing that it was supposed to be the other way around. Jonghyun was supposed to text him about how sorry he was for neglecting him, not him texting him. Minho was poking at his cheeks, interrupting his thoughts.
“What do you want?”
Minho pulled back with mock anger, hand over his chest, “To think that I had helped you; I just wanted to tell you that your phone is vibrating.”
Jinki smiles sheepishly, apologizing and takes a look at his phone.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
Jinki yelps and almost drops his phone. Minho smiles at him, looks like my job here is done, and heads off, probably to find Key for another lollipop.
He can’t help but laugh out loud when a picture of Jonghyun’s legs appears up on his screen, a text message following.
hyung!!11! look @ wht taem did for me 2day (-:
But before he can text back a reply, another message comes up on his screen. He opens it and grins.
tell meanhoe 2 stop derping!
And then another comes up.
u guys are waaaay too close to one another )-:
Jinki squeals as he rolls onto his back, hugging his phone to his chest and his feet kicking up in the air, thinking of what to text back. He furrows his brows when he decides that Jonghyun needed to learn his lesson and he texts back.
hmph, so? y do u care )<
Jinki waits for his reply. His phone vibrates.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
OmG HyuuuunGG! i love 2 hav buttsecKKSS!@!@@!!11
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
omg, tht was taem ;-; n I wud only hav buttsecks with u n only u!! (-;
Jinki can’t help the blush that creeps across his cheeks as he mutters a low yah to no one in particular. Once again, before he can text anything back, he gets another new text message.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
rnt u hot just lying there in da sun??? do u wnt a towel 2 put onto ur head liek me? it works rly well! :-D do u wnt a fan? do u wnt me 2 fan u? u noe, u n key were cheering on meanhoe earlier, y didnt u cheer 4 me? )-: do u not like me hyung?? Y DONT U LUV ME DFJSKSAS@!@#@JSA
Jinki finally gets to text back.
well, 1st of all, u didnt evn participate in nething, u sat there n ate n trimmed ur hairy legs, n 2nd, mayb cuz u havent talked 2 me all day
He hesitates a little before he hits send.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
hyung, u wnt me 2 clip your legs 4 u dnt u?
Jinki gives up and tosses his phone next to him.
(Only because that’s what he and Jonghyun were; wonderful and dorky and subtle.
Jinki realizes that they didn’t need skinship or hair-trimming bonding time to prove their relationship and smiles as he picks up his phone again.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
im kidding! i wld do tht 4 u evn if u didnt wnt me 2 <333)
pg, jongyu, romance/crack
you can be the shoes and i could be the laces,
you could be the heart that i spill on the pages.
an; birthday fic for plenty8 happy belated birthday, anna! i hope you like this ♥ i know this isn't exactly following the prompt you gave me ;_; & this is obviously inspired by the idol sports day and the lack of jongyu interactions lately /sobs i need my otp sfkjkald
There weren’t many things that Jinki disliked. In fact, he liked many things, many more things than Kibum would have liked; he was just that kind of a person. However, his list of things-I-don’t-like was growing, thanks to a certain Kim Jonghyun. The idiot with a white towel wrapped stupidly around his head, sometimes looking like a nun. The idiot who flirted interacted with everyone else but him, he thought, as he sat alone on the field, stabbing the grass and dirt with the handle of his umbrella.
After minutes of stabbing uselessly at the ground, he looks up and his eyes searches for Jonghyun. They immediately narrow as he sees him and Taemin under a tent, sitting next to each other. He scowls when he starts applying sunscreen on the youngest. Jinki watches with widening eyes as Jonghyun’s hand travels under the collar of Taemin’s shirt, front and back. He pouts and pokes at his own skin on this arm, I need sunscreen too.
He looks up again, this time with renewed envy, which fades away pretty quickly when he sees what the other two band members are doing now. He watches with amusement and shock (but mostly amusement) as Taemin clips away at Jonghyun’s hopelessly hairy legs with a pair of scissors that he got from who knows where. He looks down on his legs, grateful they weren’t as bad as Jonghyun’s, but if anyone asked, Jinki wouldn’t mind clipping Jonghyun’s hair for him, no matter how disturbing/creepy/desperate that sounded. He shakes his head from left to right before hiding himself under his umbrella again; earning a wave of squeals and screams from the fans. He just wanted to do something, anything with Jonghyun.
As Idol derp day goes on, Jinki notices that Jonghyun had not participated in one event. He just sat there, ate, fanned, and trimmed the hair on his legs. The only time Jinki had been kind of happy (but not really) was when Key left Jonghyun for Woohyun. Jinki remembers thinking, Ha, serves him right. And he even smiled a little, but then he realized that didn’t make any difference for himself or anybody else.
He was alone again in the field, playing with his phone and he wonders if any fans would capture a picture of him and his phone floating as he playfully tosses his phone in the air. Jinki sighs as he supports himself on his elbows and unlocks his phone, waiting for a call or a text from Jonghyun (if he even remembered his existence). His thoughts get interrupted when a shadow looms over him, blocking the sunlight.
“What cha doing?” Minho asks, as he leans down, putting himself on top of Jinki. He stays there until Jinki nudges him off and he slides down and lies next to Jinki instead, arm thrown over his hyung’s shoulder, their hips touching.
“Nothing, just waiting,” Jinki replies, voice tired, fingers pressing random buttons on his phone out of frustration.
“Oh, okay, then I’ll wait with you,” Minho says, surprising Jinki. Seconds tick by before a wonderful idea pops into Jinki’s mind. He remembers all the fan service Jonghyun and Minho had given the fans over the course of the month and he frowns slightly when the image of Jonghyun kissing Minho during rehearsal resurfaces and takes over his mind. He had confronted Jonghyun that night back at the dorm, to which the younger just replied, it was just an accident, and the fans loved it, maybe we'll do it again, he even gave Jinki a peck on the lips before skipping off to the bedroom. Jinki mentally slaps himself because he was too dazed to say anything else.
Minho looks at his hyung weirdly when Jinki shuffles impossibly closer to him, making him slightly uncomfortable. Jinki looks back at him, all smiles and sunshine and Minho knows that look. So he plays along.
“Hyung, I know what you’re doing,” he says quietly, even though the people around them were too busy to notice or hear them. He chuckles when Jinki gives him a startled look.
“But I’ll play along because I’m such a wonderful band mate.”
And so begins the flirting between Lee Jinki and Choi Minho.
They giggle over Jinki’s phone, shoulders and hips still touching, and he really wishes Jonghyun can see this and makes it up to him asap because, well, that’s the whole point. Also, for the fact that Minho had the derpiest derp faces. Jinki cracked a joke and Minho laughed like a strangled, obese dog. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Minho and that will never change, but that face was just a tad bit creepy.
He was just about to text Jonghyun about Minho’s derp when he stopped himself halfway, realizing that it was supposed to be the other way around. Jonghyun was supposed to text him about how sorry he was for neglecting him, not him texting him. Minho was poking at his cheeks, interrupting his thoughts.
“What do you want?”
Minho pulled back with mock anger, hand over his chest, “To think that I had helped you; I just wanted to tell you that your phone is vibrating.”
Jinki smiles sheepishly, apologizing and takes a look at his phone.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
Jinki yelps and almost drops his phone. Minho smiles at him, looks like my job here is done, and heads off, probably to find Key for another lollipop.
He can’t help but laugh out loud when a picture of Jonghyun’s legs appears up on his screen, a text message following.
hyung!!11! look @ wht taem did for me 2day (-:
But before he can text back a reply, another message comes up on his screen. He opens it and grins.
tell meanhoe 2 stop derping!
And then another comes up.
u guys are waaaay too close to one another )-:
Jinki squeals as he rolls onto his back, hugging his phone to his chest and his feet kicking up in the air, thinking of what to text back. He furrows his brows when he decides that Jonghyun needed to learn his lesson and he texts back.
hmph, so? y do u care )<
Jinki waits for his reply. His phone vibrates.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
OmG HyuuuunGG! i love 2 hav buttsecKKSS!@!@@!!11
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
omg, tht was taem ;-; n I wud only hav buttsecks with u n only u!! (-;
Jinki can’t help the blush that creeps across his cheeks as he mutters a low yah to no one in particular. Once again, before he can text anything back, he gets another new text message.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
rnt u hot just lying there in da sun??? do u wnt a towel 2 put onto ur head liek me? it works rly well! :-D do u wnt a fan? do u wnt me 2 fan u? u noe, u n key were cheering on meanhoe earlier, y didnt u cheer 4 me? )-: do u not like me hyung?? Y DONT U LUV ME DFJSKSAS@!@#@JSA
Jinki finally gets to text back.
well, 1st of all, u didnt evn participate in nething, u sat there n ate n trimmed ur hairy legs, n 2nd, mayb cuz u havent talked 2 me all day
He hesitates a little before he hits send.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
hyung, u wnt me 2 clip your legs 4 u dnt u?
Jinki gives up and tosses his phone next to him.
(Only because that’s what he and Jonghyun were; wonderful and dorky and subtle.
Jinki realizes that they didn’t need skinship or hair-trimming bonding time to prove their relationship and smiles as he picks up his phone again.
1 new text message: Kim Jonghyun
im kidding! i wld do tht 4 u evn if u didnt wnt me 2 <333)